Enough

 

Music and flowers,

Goblets of red wine,

And, oh, the pouting lips of love!

Red lips to cling to mine!

Then let the world go hang!

There’s naught that’s true but this;

The beades wine, in goblets tall,

And love’s entrancing kiss!

 

Music and flowers,

Winding highways long,

Gold tresses blown across my face,

Winds perfumed with a song,

And dimpled arms that cling

Through all the paths we tread,

Just only these, and life were good

Though all the world were dead!

 

Music and flowers,

And you beside me yet,

And every day and every way

A way we’d not forget!

“Is heaven true or not?”

Come!  Give me back my smile!

With you and blooms and love’s red wine,

Just life were worth the while!

 

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