Take Back This Flower You Once Gave

Take back this flower you once gave. I beg you, please accept it back. Your gift meant the greatest value, Your flower priced above my life. To others, it might mean nothing But to me, it was everything. I never expected such gift: Such present to such low fellow. Nights were sleepless to think of her, Morns were restless to preserve dew, Days were forgetful while watching, She compelled watching as living. Everytime she bloomed to fresh hue 'Twas her beauty-bait she showered. Take back this flower you once gave. I beg you, please accept it back. Flowers were my aspiration But now I like nothing that glow And my heart avoids offering - As for the part of my toiling. Enough of love, enough at all: "The scars of love heed no potion". Do take back those flowers you gave And all those heavy favours back, Please do accept these back, I beg.