Little stars of glory
From your amber eyes
No inconstant story
Of her love should rise.
And yet "He loves me not!"
is oft the sad surprise.
Happy, happy daisies
Would I were like you
Pure from human praises
Fresh with morning dew
And ever in my heart to heaven's clear sunshine true.
Sometimes we all need some yellow in our life.
If looks could kill...
Oh, now the mood changes. There's that moth again.
Audrey
Just in case this is a 'pet peeve' of yours, the tablecloth is heading for the laundry. ;-)
I'm joining Potpourri Friday at http://twenty-eight-0-five.blogspot.ca/
hugs, Deb