Be mine tomorrow,
When skies are clear and new;
Be mine to borrow,
When hours are dawn in dew.
Few steps away,
When love is beside me;
And again comes a day,
With footsteps silent and free.
So many treasurers,
So many new hours;
Inside the known pleasures,
Among the lawn flowers.
You and I for always,
Till night of evening comes;
And darker get the rays,
The pedicel and the blooms.
This is my heart,
Never been for another;
From the very start,
Like a sister or a brother.
You have shown life complete,
With what is between us;
Every going treat,
That moment’s away rush.
Be my iris,
And flowers of the dawn;
Every truth becomes from wish,
And from what love is drawn.
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