Every year, the flowers return,
And every year, my heart comes back to me.
It beats for me, time, then time and a half,
Then, like a sailor for the sea,
It goes away. I know not where.
Maybe it goes to where the flowers sleep,
Or that place from whence glassy eyes will stare,
Places that are high, also deep.

Someday my heart will go and stay,
And I will sleep beneath the cold hard ground,
And dream of spring and daisies for the day,
And love and Forget-Me-Nots all around.

Come then, and lay your blanket down,
And in the morning sunshine cover me,
Lie on your back and see my sky blue gown.
Be my love. Kiss all over me.

-jenn