I wished I could share it with you,
The Lily that I picked today,
It blooms for only just this day,
But you made plans, what could I do?
The goldfinch on the thistle knew,
The wasp this morning timely showed,His pollen back so thick it glowed,
As Lily shed her teardrop dew
By daylight my calendar burns,
These collapsed petals on the ground,
When you come back, will not be found,
Our days once passed have no return
And I am no centurion pine,
It’s just a thing, seems so silly,
What crime, to miss a day lily?
I die each day you are not mine
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