if you promise

if you promise me

a rose garden...

i will follow you

wherever you may go ...

you love the roses - so do i

i wish the sky would rain down roses,

as they rain from off the shaken bush

why will it not?

then all the valley would be pink and white

and soft to tread on

they would fall as light as feather,

smelling sweet; and it would be

like sleeping and like waking,

all at once!

~ George Eliot