Tears fall down from your eyes
When cupid’s call falls upon closed doors
I smile at your mournful flow'rs
As I whisper "Goodbye, gloomy skies."
* * *
In the solace of our garden,
where those bright scarlet petals used to shine,
My heart pines
But what has become of Eden?
* * *
I welcome each bright sunny day
Lest I'll be paler than your roses
But amid sunlight kisses



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