Ophelia, Giving Flowers

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… Flowers all around me, everywhere I see— nothing but blossoms looking back at me. There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… Sweet herbs in the air, soft and deep, like a quiet heaven folding over me. All I see is beauty, all I breathe is sweet— yet something in their eyes won’t look at me… Take these flowers, one for you— they will make your heart feel true. Take these flowers, don’t be afraid— why do you tremble at the gifts I’ve made? All is gentle, all is kind— so why do shadows fill your mind? There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… Flowers all around me, everywhere I see— nothing but blossoms looking back at me. There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… Sweet herbs in the air, soft and deep, like a quiet heaven folding over me. All I see is beauty, all I breathe is sweet— yet something in their eyes won’t look at me… Take these flowers, one for you— they will make your heart feel true. Take these flowers, don’t be afraid— why do you tremble at the gifts I’ve made? All is gentle, all is kind— so why do shadows fill your mind? There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance— pray, love, remember… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…