How long will the sweet flower sing
When we have but once found it again?
I could feel your eyes flutter, so shyly
That I finally acknowledged you quietly
And the question I know you did seek
Would I forget then about you, so meek?
Unassuming although you might be
All about you, I'd not fail to see
Your heart plainly visible, in reach
And meekness the clothing that be
Behind your laughter, so brave
So that hidden sadness, to stave
You do not easily gain affection
As though you had no true detection
Of those who would trod on your heart
And treat you with too careless art
And you could never be forward
But accepting of friendship that proffered
It was not that I thought you beneath me
No; more, that you never did seek me-
We both; of the same kind of style
To others would deal, without guile
So don't fear I will ever desert you
The last thing I'd do is to hurt you
The ones we will love last, and the best
Sometimes we must put through the test
Life makes us go down hidden ways
So distinguish, our most minor days
Your lovely spirit, so free
Is the thing I most want you to be.
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