I sent you to her to say,
“I love you.”
And you come back and say,
“She wants a castle.”
I dispatched you to my love to say,
“I dream of you.”
And you return and say,
“She needs a flower garden.”
Go, tell her I own no castles or flower gardens.
But I can write her sweet poems of those.
Don’t tell me, “She reads no poems.”
For castles and gardens perish.
But love never dies.
And poetry is love!
“I love you.”
And you come back and say,
“She wants a castle.”
I dispatched you to my love to say,
“I dream of you.”
And you return and say,
“She needs a flower garden.”
Go, tell her I own no castles or flower gardens.
But I can write her sweet poems of those.
Don’t tell me, “She reads no poems.”
For castles and gardens perish.
But love never dies.
And poetry is love!