The Language of Weeds

Pick one or two, then that night we may dream of fragile petals around our dozing heads, we may feel butterfly kisses, they tickle, but it’s all perfectly innocent, their subtle perfumes will ease us into peaceful dreams. Not so those cultivated blooms, roses and such, they will linger, pout and sulk demanding more and more aspirin, then go slimy on us. Most consider weeds to be too common to be plucked for romance, however - disclaimer - they understand the language of love, perhaps better than we. (Caution - if we go crazy with a weedwhacker they will pollinate our minds and our brains may go to seed.) Buttercup and daisy and all other flowering weeds are for more natural lovers, if not so, we may have to make do with only silk roses and electric candlelight.