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This quarantine I keep from you
So none will see I feel that way too
A crude device yet still you know
This silent yearning will not go
If I should see you on the street
And hear your voice so honey sweet
But then to part and walk away
Turns bright sun black upon that day
Or maybe scent on evening breeze
That perfume rare my senses please
I will not look nor yet show out
Though stifled you might hear me shout
We need not words nor tokens sent
One glance enough to know what's meant
No risk exchanged in valued kind
Nought but the thought of you in mind
And yet one day in all the year
I must to tell the world I'm here
To send tome sign that I am true
One talisman to send to you
What shall it be that none discern
A tree, a rose, a flowered fern?
A sign so plain that none will see
A place in the forest to hide a tree
Devoid of reason and thinking bold
To show a secret which must be told
One red ribbon tied to a rusty park bench
Would that be sufficient, a sign to this wench
And so it is done and the ribbon waits there
A symbol of daring of one other's care
Will she see the red ribbon that flies to the breeze?
An annoyance to rue or a sign that will please?
But how will acceptance be shown to this day
For he cannot be there and yet far away
What sign might she leave for a lover to find?
To the depths of despair his thoughts are consigned
As later he comes returned to that bench
To look for some sign emotions in wrench
And finds a red ribbon not where it was tied
But moved to a new place to show she complied
He undid the red ribbon and cut it in two
Taking one half away of this message so true
And leaving one half where it could be seen
Left it tied for a lover to show he had been
Now the bench stands, bare of ribbons so red
Conspiring they hold the two halves instead
And each knows the other can feel what they feel
As they caress a red ribbon they cannot conceal |
