On the hill I’ll fetch a pail
of yellow-tipped daisies.
And by the sea I’ll gather shells
pastel-shaded, willy-nilly.
By your leisure
By your pleasure
My aim soars and dashes
to gather, sweet coalescence,
on your trembling sleep-tugged lashes.
RED GLADIOLA 
Mmm, very nice–especially like, “I’ll gather shells pastel-shaded, willy-nilly”.
Thank you! That line came rather effortlessly, luckily. ❤