When thou, dear friend art farther still
Speed fragrant rose to thee,
Go, little rose, with dear one stay
With whom I may not be.

Then bid with love, this dewdrop fall
Upon my dearest, soft,
And whisper there unto that heart
That I forget them not.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Feb 2010
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au

And thus, if dewdrops thee delight,
then thou shalt fragrant roses see
to sway thy heart with sweeter whims
e'er swept upon love's journey dream"
~blossoms~