If it be writ upon the golden bloom,
Within the constitute of nature's womb
I love thee with every nosegay inhale,
As seasons of spring unveil.
A weeping willow whispers on zephyr soft,
On aspiring drone wings aloft
Dewdrop trifling on quickened hearts
Loving thee more as a soaring soul departs.
As deep as the hues art installed at dusk,
Fragrance ambrosia's appealing musk.
Beckons the roaming honeybee,
Acrossed the vast flora reverie.
To alight a flower most fair,
An adoration for evermore to bare.
How I yearn for an amorous embrace,
A single sip of thine enchanting grace.
Behold meadows vastly sprong,
On scented tune of amber song.
As written in the stars envious of thou lips
From founts of pollen drips.
Petal soft are kisses of nectar sweet,
More then two souls shall meet
For within the splendor of thee,
Is the humbled besotted me.