You will always be a mystery to me

Your spirit tangles with radiance

And I weave in and out of your impulses

I examine your exquisite spirit

And admire your natural petal shape

What a creature you are.

And as the world torments your beauty

All the sorry flowers I can pick you won’t do

You are the thing in my head, you are my heart

Shed your frown and shine your beautiful smile upon me

Make me unafraid of Love.