O Flower My Own

I love you; yes, and I am glad.
I’m glad for me, I’m glad for you.
I know you love it when I say I love you.
I know you want to see those happy words;
I know you need them. You don’t think you do,
But what’s a garden without her singing birds?
The flowers spread their petals to the sun
As you send out your laughing thoughts to me,
And I, I need your laughter, need our fun.
The lone sun needs a flower such as thee,
A laughing flower that’s glad herself to be
A power that makes the sun shed joyous tears—
His rays that give her youth in her late years.
O flower my own, my happy Lady true,
I am the sun who needs the light of you.

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