Love Song

From whence we met on lavender petals unfolding floribunda melodies reviving the wilderness of summers reborn and retold in folds of symphony; We were so young and insignificant yet powerful beyond each budding branch, green with ever omnipotent red-ripe thorns full of universe, plucking my virgin fingertips like a guitar. You calmed me, with whiffs of mild citrus. Hearken! Hear its harmonies from afar! Oh siren, I will crash and crash on the lips of each leaf and flower of your flora till I am part of your song, dearest rose, I submit and submit to your aura audaciously, in lyric, and in prose!