A white, light pink rose petal now
Has fall’n upon your brow
As deep you sleep, a-breathing soft.
I gently blow it off your brow,
And yet another comes,
Half caught within your hair.
I blow; it shakes and waves at me
And tells me no, no, no.
I lay my cheek against your arm;
My lips just touch your breast.
I close my eyes while petals fall
And rest and rest and rest.