The Girl Who Loved White Lilies
A girl she loved red roses
But she loved white lilies more
She found them by the water
Rose and Lily by the shore
A girl she loved red roses
Red like blood when hearts are torn
On the stem in warmth of evening
On the water in chill morn
A girl she loved white lilies
Blooms a bride or corpse adorn
She found them by the water
By the water ever more.
A girl she loved red roses
But she loved white lilies more
She found them by the water
Rose and Lily by the shore
A girl she loved red roses
Red like blood when hearts are torn
On the stem in warmth of evening
On the water in chill morn
A girl she loved white lilies
Blooms a bride or corpse adorn
She found them by the water
By the water ever more.
this poem makes me smile, it's intimate, between her and her needs/likes.. and being met... yeah... whatever... she will find 'them' by the same spot.. seek n believe x
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ReplyDelete"Red like blood when hearts are torn
On the stem in warmth of evening"
This is a really great point:
"Blooms a bride or corpse adorn"
So essentially, it doesn't matter what she needs. She'll find it all at the water's edge. The water will give her absolutely anything---red, white, thorn, or soft.
She will clearly never leave the water then.