I will always have flowers in my room
To give color and fragrance to my life,
Diluting forays of the black of gloom
And overpowering the scent of strife.
I will always have fruits on my table
To retain the fiery warmth of my youth,
Forsaking the view of 'until I’m able'
And slay mortality with living truth.
So shall deep desolation be smothered
By the perfumed allure of fresh blossoms.
And the hunger for life will be fostered
Surrounded by children of love’s kingdoms.
My true love promised to be the flower,
My scions, the fruits in the happy bower.