Fervor and Fragrance
She drooped like a wilting peach blossom
Looking to match up with a flower from the Glen
Wanting to get away from the self-righteous sunflower
He saw her while playing the field
The first few dates she was a Sweet Pea
And he would have plenty a night recalling periwinkles
While she herself prayed for anything but the trumpet flower
She too saw in him the timely orange blossom
She knew about the goldenrod and throwing herself all in
But how long would he see the Hibiscus in her?
Forget-me-nots are rare in this world
He had to be the elderflower and make the next move
So He said to her:
You are my gladiolus, my dog rose, my buttercup'
One sniff and you cured the carnation inside my chest
You are the ambrosia I have been looking for all my life
My Jasmine when I feel alone, my amaryllis every day
Will you marry me…honeysuckle?