Offering

I seek no token of you dear
I only ask to give
The purple flower of my heart
And you will let it live.

I ask no fealty or plight,
I only pray that you
May find earth's barren places bright
Perhaps, because it grew.

And when for you the final sun
Moves toward the darkening West,
I shall be lingering to place
Love's flower on your breast.
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