I long to see beyond her veil 

Her pearls shine like the morning 

I dream of taking a carriage ride off into her sunset trail

Heading west and yearning

I want to buy her a farm planted with poppies in the field 

And some daisies for the yard

I wish to sleep in the soft dirt and count the worms in the ground concealed

I’ll be called home to her regard

A pomegranate tree lives within the Forest 

For her, I’ll pick every seed alone

Bittersweet Holly berries I’ll forage 

The remaining seeds will be dried and grown

winter begins beneath the elms and cypresses 

I know I have to rake up her daisies and clovers

And poppies will be covered in winter’s last breath

The candles’ warmth is frosted over