A Letter

I send you this daisy, whose petals enfold The love, that I hid in the star that she stole, When the daisy demanded a heart made of gold.

I send you this daisy aflame at the tips Of her petals that blushed, when their virginal white Was stained into love by the touch of my lips.

I send you this daisy, for you will discover, That God when He fashioned His dust to a flower Made a chalice to carry the love of a lover.