White Lights, White Flowers
When I was eight you called me your flower.
I fell in love right then.
Be careful what you tell children
Because they tend not to forget.
I picked you lilies by the water
And sang songs of young lovers who took walks
In the sun and in green meadows.
When we grew up,
And you were tall
And I wore dresses, white as snow,
We danced one night until the stars went out
And then you didn’t love me anymore.