What Is This Love?

My queen of roses What is this love? That is just a reflection of our neurosis? Am I a thorn? Are you my queen of roses? Am I a dandelion clock are you my flower? Ageless you have been my bedrock. I yearned to set seed laugh and lay by you. Sleep like an owl in its bower. Anxious as a mouse exposed in its lair. I am a ship yearning to drop anchor. What is this love but a loose patch of sailcloth? That's flapping-in-sorrow in misery for you. Beloved, don't fail me now, I am yours. ~or~ What is this love? That is just a reflection of our neurosis? I am a thorn. You are my queen of roses. I am a dandelion clock you are my flower. Ageless you have been my bedrock. I yearned to set seed laugh and lay by you. I am a ship yearning to drop anchor. What is this love but a loose patch of sailcloth? That's flapping-in-sorrow in misery for you. Beloved, don't fail me now, I am yours.