Love's Token

"A token, to remember me by,"
she called to her lover as he rode past;
"A token, so that you will know why
my heart is yours at long last."

"This rose has bloomed for us alone,"
and she paused to wipe away a tear;
"Its blush tells how our love has grown
from tiny bud to love's blossom here."

"When you return home safely to me,"
and she threw the rose down to her love;
"My heart will blossom wild and free,
for you are all I have ever dreamed of."

Lora Frikken ~ 9-16-03

Written for the painting: Favour
by Edmund Blair-Leighton