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I used to fill your flower vase

With daffodils cut from the clay

And, how you'd cry

As we'd slowly sway

And, how you told me soft and plain

And, showed your knees on which you prayed

I’d rescue you some future day



Well, I could use some quenching rain

To fill me up

To feel my pain

To mold this cup into your vase

And, steal the empty

I feel today

And, return the hope I felt the day

I clipped those daffodils from the clay



Now, deep within these dormant bulbs

Hidden beneath such humble clothes

Burning like orbs of gold

Petals dwell in sweet repose

Anticipating melting snow

Sprouting up and shedding cloaks

Being cut then tied in bows

Witnessing us dancing slow



It's hard believing I still believe

That time and hope fulfills belief

But, if belief is like a seed

And, dandelions float on the breeze

What then’s so hard to find belief

In love that wakes like bulbs asleep

And, fills the vase with hues so sweet

That daffodils make you believe