In sense I make a poem of love
In confusion, all above
Seeking skies of amber grey
That rain down tears of yesterday
If you'll hold me in your arms tonight
The worlds not such an awful plight
Be the star to whom I wish
All I'll ask for is your kiss
I'll speak of dreams, I know you'll hear
And tell you of my darkest fears
Apples, green, with roses red
All now decays and lies there dead
But it meant more than it was
It means your love, Oh that it does
And so your touch, your eyes, they say
The meanings of tomorrow's yesterday
They speak of love and cheer my youth
They speak to me a flowers truth
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