My Melancholy Baby

Darling, what is it that suffers you?

Your eyes so sad, your body so frail.

Perhaps you wish me to suffer, too.

So we both may sit with our sadness and wail.

This appearance of yours, worries me dear.

In fact it drives me crazy.

I want you to see your beauty clear,

and grow just like a daisy.

If you saw what I can see,

you would understand things better.

My words write these lines of love,

and I plan to send the letter.

What is a letter, if you don't accept?

This love of mine so tender.

My mail you seem to intercept,

and say "return to sender."

I see the sadness in you deep,

growing like a cancer.

My letter you may always keep,

as I await your answer.

Perhaps your pain is warranted now,

life being a cruel trial.

However even the frailest of the flowers we plow,

aren't even at their final.

So please my sweet, don't be blue.

Live a little, and love alot.

For the only flower I've loved is you,

and I'll always tend your plot.

Tex Berdfleu, 6/6/2025

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