A young boy will look at the girl by his side.
He'll give her a handful of posies.
A young man will gaze at his beautiful bride
And give her a bouquet of Roses.
Two forget-me-nots, I've given to you;
The yield of our labor and sowing.
And when we are gone, as all must soon do,
Our flowers will still keep on growing.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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