If I could bathe in dew with you
Capture a snow drop longingly
Descending on between our two
Pursed pressed lips turning blue.

If I could I'd freeze this time
For all our immortality,
And, there I'd love you only
There I'd adore the wintertime.

Those bewitching shivers on your breath
I'd pluck the stars for flowers
I'd wove them like a moonbeams thread
In silken ribbons silver for you.

I'd keep these memories
Till the world and all its miseries
Were once and finally all dead
If I could, but only, love you.

Mark Heathcote

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-d-pluck-the-stars-for-flowers/