Violets, Sweet Violets, a poem by Robert Sieczkiewicz

Violets Sweet Violets

Violets, Sweet Violets, John William Godward (1908)

Violets, Sweet Violets, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Violets, sweet violets thee I hold
You say my lover ever to be true
An omen of truth before days of old
Yet I be blue, a blue darker than you

From me there shall be no dowry given
Material wealth passed family by
How true can it be his heart I have won
Violets, sweet violets tell me why

Breathing in your spoken heavenly scent
My yearning heart floats like the summer wind
Dreaming of the love message you have sent
Violets, sweet violets love did find

Deep love shall break traditions of the past
Violets, sweet violets love will last