A poem by Siv RedThistle
I know I'd steal you flowers.
Trust me when I say I would.
I know I'd do anything for you,
I don't care whether or not I should.
They say that if you leave me,
It would put me on my shelf.
But if you were to share my secrets,
I would no longer be my Siv self.
Every 18 seconds,
Time slips silently away.
And the light begins to fade, my love,
So I beg you to please stay.
I never thought I'd lose myself,
In bed amongst the flowers.
But when I close my eyes and dream,
Your beauty resounds for hours.