We made love by the caravan tents
Beneath the star studded skies.
The carnations
mauve and yellow
In your jet black hair
Were hand-picked everyday
With a lot of care
And I'd got em' from the bazaars
Too dirty and crowded
where oriental brocades and lanterns were sold by the weight
And not by the turn.
You'd come down to see me often
By the camp fires and the barbeque,
Never crossing the marketplace so huge.
Today that little girl in the bazaar said
"Hunger drives me, I swear."
Her entire posy I bought
And made her wear
In her golden auburn hair.
White and peach
carnations not just to please.
But to release one from some momentary grief.
But why can't she be happy too,
And think flowers are there...
just as it adorns our bed and your hair?
Never crossing the bazaar so huge
It'll be difficult for you to guage,
But today, my fair one, I say
Let us make love
Without the petals to please .
