Hollyhocks

Euphoric

How excited; how stoic!
@ 5:55, the peaks of heights and heights,
At summit, when we meet,
Whether the weather
Felt to wear nadir or acme,
I'd count those days, and merely,
We only spoke,

How sunny; how stoke!
Setting foot in this idle town,
Where you were raised from the grounds,
Dawn slept alone,
Dawn nudged dusk; and you woke,

How amused: how lemon!
i'm falling for this idealization,
Here, Swines were fed,
Feasting on the zests of Orion,
It was only an eighth of the rays,
And hours were rushed,
Came the Saddened days,
Yet hollyhocks met the flocks,
And so have we,

How terrific: how euphoric!
This year was a reprise,
Although the next years it'll just greet,
And through a day of blowing your candles,
Then tears on your bed,
I'll blow on the dandelions,
while making this thread;

With You; we titter,

Until then,
Xoxo, Liability's Sister.