The day you came to me a begging
I was drowned by joy and grief
I’d fill your bowl to the brim I vowed
But no pauper; you turned out to be a royal thief
Every thing that was mine you robbed
And yet I glowed like a bride in ecstasy
Holding the Salver on your own
When you called me out from your throne
I was still at choosing flowers
The best for you to adorn
The gales came rushing in
And oh my beloved king
They left barren, all my trees
Please take me, whispered my heart
I am waiting for Him from the start
Bemused I looked in
And there oh my king
Bloomed a single lotus
My last offering!
