Primroses
Our paths converged at the dawn of a day
When love was young and the primroses graced
A quiet grove in the care of a fey;
On that morn, my young heart knew no haste.
We laughed and kissed in the gardens, unseen,
Where Jove and Mars on their pedestals stood
Firm watch far above, by the green
And luxurious spread of the wood.
So long ago was all this, and I sigh
As time invites me to visit anew
The sleepy fountains and tries to deny
That your days in my arms were so few.
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