Offering

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Offering

I seek no tokens of you dear

I only ask to give

The purple flower of my heart

And you will let it live.

I ask no fealty or plight,

I only pray that you

May find earth’s barren places bright

Perhaps, because it grew.

And when for you the final sun

Moves toward the darkening West,

I shall be lingering to place

Love’s flower on your breast.