Sweet Sue,
	   There  is 
no  first,  or  last, 
in  Forever -
It  is  Centre, there, 
all  the  time -
To believe - is enough, 
and  the  right  of 
supposing -
Take  back  that 
"Bee"  and  "Buttercup"`
I  have  no  Field 
for  them,  though 

	for  the  Woman 
whom  I  prefer, 
Here  is  Festival -
Where  my  Hands 
are  cut,  Her 
fingers  will  be 
found  inside -
Our  beautiful  Neigh-
bor  "moved"  in  May -
It  leaves  an 
Unimportance.
Take  the  Key  to 
the  Lily,  now, and 
I  will  lock  the  Rose`