Bed of red primroses

I knitted twelve dozen knots
in my large red handkerchief
so that when we have our aperitif
I can gift you with a bouquet of a thousend forget-me-nots

and when the evening dismisses the afternoon
we take a breathe on a bed of red primroses
and we'll float alongside the shiny silvery-white moon
whilst Venus of Milo a brand new song on your beauty she composes.