le mot juste
© 2008 michele may


The Last Flower

You walked with me today
to the field along hedgerows
and we picked wild daisies
honeysuckles and primrose

You told me you loved me
and you asked me to dance
underneath the great oak tree
we had carved with romance

As dusk fell upon us
lying close in the moonlight
you held me forever
before you kissed me goodnight

vowing always I'll find you
underneath this great oak tree
and when I've picked the last flower
you'll be waiting for me