I gather stems, of elder flowers,
Crush them, ornately, with my fingertips.
Relish the delights of their
In my garden, on the riverbank,
I’d like to blackmail you.
Cut out red hearts made of sugar-paper,
Sending them to you,
For tease value,
Oh how I love you.
Our summer memories are in the past,
Our past, the times we have breathed through.
I will always love you.