A Love Song

I gave her a rose in early June,     Fed with the sun and the dew,     Each petal I said is a note in the tune,     The rose is the whole tune through and through,     The tune is the whole red-hearted rose,     Flush and form, honey and hue,     Lull with the cadence and throb to the close,     I love you, I love you, I love you.     She gave me a rose in early June,     Fed with the sun and the dew,     Each petal she said is a mount in the moon,     The rose is the whole moon through and through,     The moon is the whole pale-hearted rose,     Round and radiance, burnish and blue,     Break in the flood-tide that murmurs and flows,     I love you, I love you, I love you.     This is our love in early June,     Fed with the sun and the dew,     Moonlight and roses hid in a tune,     The roses are music through and through,     The moonlight falls in the breath of the rose,     Light and cadence, honey and hue,     Mingle, and murmur, and flow to the close,     I love you, I love you, I love you.