Roses are red lavenders are blue
Come find me before I find you
Intentions are shrewd
As diamonds have a light hue
Brew me a second brew
So I can glue myself
To your luminous desire

Deserts are dry jokes are wry
Raise me high before I shrink
Make a second cry
So I can move to my second try
My pain is dry
As desert trees cry to the rain
But your heart spies for my imperfections

A touch is soft, smile even softer
Give me hope before I drop
My desire is raw
But it doesn’t grow because you throw me
My wish is small
As my heart draws to you more
But it doesn’t near you because you throw me



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