You and I...

We're inked like soul mates ---
It was an early May day,
That we picked,
White and blue flowers.

Drawn in our blood,
Lined with black -
It was a fresh May day.
That we picked,
White and blue flowers.

Yet we were already bound,
Together, in buds and chains -
Before that fresh May day,
That we picked,
White and blue flowers.

Marked with every blossom,
That have been our trials and joys -
I'm glad it was that May day,
That we picked,
White and blue flowers.