Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne’s lace
In the latter afternoon,
When I saw your girlish face
Laughing in the curve of my
Lemonade spoon
Did I escort you to my room?
Too soon?
Can you forgive my first advances to you then,
Miss Faerie Elegant,
And will you ever let it go?
If you say, “No…,”
I’ll remind you to remember when you said,
“Man, what’s in your orchard head
That makes you save my hesitations in a jar?”
(Before you kissed me ‘neath the early wishing star).