When I Pluck Flower and Give Her.

 

I pluck flower from the loan. My love was walking next to me.  I give her this rose. I put this Rose in the hair of my love.  When I put the rose in her hair like the Innocent girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall.

I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.

(David)