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It isn't my best, Jer, sorry. It was really difficult, but this is all I came up with. Sorry it's so short.
Where the fields run bare and rough
Grows a plant blossoming lovelier
Than a tender pure heart
It's name is hather
Touching into our words to find its place
Naming the ones like a flowering beauty
Should this place, plant and girl be any less special
Then another vine would not twist around so
Filled with a flowers of cloud white
Lacing them through the air, ground, and minds
Wide leaves cradling, lush, fragrant
Whispering quietly into dreams:
"Will you accompany me?"
So as the tug of the gentle vine wraps
I must ask you, the flower
Which, too, had nearly wrapped fully
"Will you accompany me to the prom, Heather?"
- the name Heather is derived from the shrub that often blossoms with pink or white blossoms and grows in rocky places often
- the vine is a plant called Stephanotis, with white flowers, and represented "Will you accompany me?" in the language of flowers.
†"Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness."
"Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."
[This message has been edited by Astraea (edited 02-24-2000).]