If roses had petals the shade of blue
And the Whippoorwill sang slightly off key
If summer grass starved of life saving dew
‘Twould be as I feel, when you’re not with me
If bees in hive made most bitter honey
And kitten’s whiskers did not tickle nose
No fortune in gold…piles of vile money
Could bring beauty of your gentle repose
If crickets violin strings snapped anew
And the rivers of time did all run dry
I’d walk forever’s banks searching for you
Two torrents of love that run from mine eye
If engulfed in roses the color of blue
My heart would beat crimson honoring you
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