If I were to choose a flower for my love
A rose of perfect form would be my choice
A rain of roses from the sky above
Would certainly express what I can’t voice.
I could well choose a daisy with no thorns
I could choose lush lipped tulip for design
But never would I send a flower forlorn
Should you reject this loving heart of mine.
But,no,I choose these roses for your bliss
For Blake wrote of a tyger not a cat;
Yet if I am made bloody by a kiss,
I ‘ll wrestle with the daemon you’ve begat .
The rose with other name would still be sweet.
May my passage to your heart be sure and fleet.
How my heart sings 