59. LOVE THAT WAS MEANT TO BE

Grow my flower, grow well and tall
Passing your green field at morn,
Does my heart have its own rainfall?
I could smell the scent of a rainbow.

You live in a field of day and night,
I live on the way of up and down.
On a road that crosses now and tomorrow,
I know you dear flower and your colour.

There is a bee bonnet and a cupid’s arrow
All about to suckle our honey dew.
Yet the bee bonnet is wise as a bee,
Knowing the Sun dance takes two to be.