Flowers, Flowers
thou shalt never change
but stay ever true
to my heart
Heart
Heart broken
Shattered
as a mirror
would shatter
seven years 
bad luck, have I.
we shall see
how the dice fall
And now, is that
a tree I see
I will again
be a child
and climb
as I once did
But first, I will
pick a few roses,
so that I might
weave my love
a crown
Crown
that might never be his
and will never be mine
Foolish thoughts.
And now I climb.
Yes, this branch is
not so unworthy of
my seat.
And now I weave.
The strength of the
limb wanes like
the favor of my lord.
Must I depart the
loving arms of this tree?
Nay, but I shall remain
And if this limb should 
snap and drop my listless 
form to the gentle pool
caressing my precious flowers 
below