While She Slept Poem by Gordon R Menzies

She thought I brought her flowers every day
water'd them with happy tears when she'd awake
yet in truth, it did not happen in this way
for only once to her, these flowers did I take

Each magic night, before the candle died
the wilted blooms beyond her sill, would fall
unseen, I'd gather each o'er which she cried
within her shadowed garden, beneath her very wall

Each blossom she did drop, each one I duly kept
and if the truth be told…o, if the angel only knew
I did but lay them by her while she slept
and by the morn, they'd bloomed anew