Lilacs by Katherine Garrison Chapin

When I met my lover

  Lilacs were new, 

He said, “I brought some lilacs,

  Lilacs for you.”
I took them eagerly

  Laughing in surprise;

He said: “They are pretty

  Just like your eyes.”
I pressed the pointed blossoms

  Close to my cheek,

And the smooth green leaves…

  But I couldn’t speak.
How was I to tell him,

  Spring bring new, 

How say: “It is the lilacs

  I love, not you.”