Lily Of The Valley

With white flowers weaved into hair of dark oak
Those cheeks are dusted with the spirits of all flowers
Lily of the valley, I come to notice you.
The taste of addiction, want to fix what's broke
Running on that high, following the May showers
Lily of the valley, I come to admier you.
Fearing to one day find those white bells hanging
Not wanting to see those intricate roots unearthed, dying
Lily of the valley, I now come to love you.