Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Bloom of the Day

The MayFlower

I have bound thee a garland of fresh blooming roses,
The brightest, the fairest that nature can yield,
The sigh that I’ve breathed, on its bosom reposes,
The tear that I’ve dropped, by its leaves is concealed.
Then take the frail tribute thou loved one and wear it,
At least till it withers, it will bloom but a day,
And if from your forehead, all faded you tear it,
Think once of the giver – then cast it away.
Happy Birthday Whitney!!