Evermore

I picked a flower for her
When I was only four,
She took it and she smelled it
And this I did adore.

I gave her then a bouquet
When she was twenty-four,
She held it softly to her breast
And has forevermore.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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