• She wore flowers in her hair that day,
    Long daises, in a chain,
    And danced through sunlit meadows,
    In a warm September rain.

    Or, at least, she did to me,
    Her arms stretched open wide,
    A long, white dress of pure silk
    Lay strewn by her side.

    My cheeks flushed as I watched her,
    Her unadulterated swaying
    Left sweet sparkles on my lips,
    That had no chance of staying.

    She wore flowers in her hair that day,
    In that meadow in my heart,
    If we could be together,
    Then we’d never be apart.