Passion Flowers (Watson)/Constancy
Constancy.
He treasures the trifle of cast-off bloom,
The rose-red petals that share his doom—
Because they were worn on her cruel heart,
They are kissed in her stead as he walks apart.
The rose-red petals that share his doom—
Because they were worn on her cruel heart,
They are kissed in her stead as he walks apart.