Narcissus embraces paper white;
Reclaiming memories, holding tight
To father's love; her life's delight.
His promise kept; the flower's found
Resting closely to the ground.
Her father's gift; memories surround:
'Love shall append thy heart one spring;
When Persephone comes to thee again,
Pomegranate seeds shall supplant chagrin.
'Crocus, Iris, do thou bring
To your mother one fine spring,
Blue hyacinths shall then form thy ring.'
A father's gifts make life content
Whilst mother's love is never spent.
A lover's poem's like a Lily's scent.
This fine spring our lives are one,
Thy father's promise is thus done:
Spring blossoms sweet when Persephone comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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