LOVE
THE BLOSSOMS IN THE
BOWERS MY LOVE
SEND PERFUME ON THE BREEZE,
BUT THERE ARE OTHER
FLOWERS MY LOVE
WITH SCENTS AS RICH AS THESE
THE FRAGRANCE I
WOULD SEEK
THY SMILING LIPS STILL BEAR;
AND WHEN I SEE THY
BLUSHING CHEEK
I FIND MY ROSES THERE.
