Among the blue and purple buds,
And greenest little leaves.
Time forgot to push up elegant weeds.
Life forgot flowers don't hate a breeze.
I pick a blue and yellow flower bunch.
Specifically for you.
And walk slowly to the valley slope.
Looking for cosy moss.
And I wonder, are you to be wooed.
Not by flowers or by moss.
And the pink and orange.
Frowns at me.
I'd forgot the sun had set.
And so I take my flowers,
My moss and love.
And make a cave tent in my love.
I should kindle sparks,
With written pages,
A fire, a flood.
Nothing above simply love!
And I wish you felt it for me too.
As I have even before we ever said!
And I lie. Thinking of you.
In my bed, life, my sacred gift.