ROSES AND TULIPS

Oh that destiny!

I come hither to thee

In the shades of wintry night

Happen we meet

By the bay of elfin beats

I saw a maiden sweet

Her toes as mistletoes' underneath

Holly grove, a thunderous abode

Her orbs as wet as

Roses and tulips

Oh that misty field!

All musty for a weed

So prune a love

That grows a brunny mead

Holly grove, a thunderous abode

Her orbs as wet as

Roses and tulips

©LIL ARCHA