A Bouquet By Edward Smyth Jones – Poems Series

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A blossom pink, a blossom blue,
Make all there is in love so true.
‘Tis fit, methinks, my heart to move,
To give it thee, sweet girl, I love!
Now, take it, dear, this morn and wear
A wreath of beauty in thy hair;
Think on it, when from bliss we part –
The emblem of my wooing heart!

Note: This poem is in the public domain.

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