Buried deep in a lovers' garden, my eyes swim in color,
fingers tracing over the delicate petals and down stems
to pluck them from their loving soil and home,
to give to the one whose arms are a moat against pain
and whose heart is the place my care will forever dwell.
Satiated by fragrances given unto my senses with each playful breeze
eyes searching through each bundle
for a sight grander than a lovers' garden can offer
dancing to the time of every flower's sway
blanketing any intrusive harm that seeks entrance into it
With wind tapping against my bare shoulders,
I pluck only the most beautiful of vibrant plants in front,
hoping their glamor could capture my love and affection,
yet still dull in comparison to the sunshine in my life
who lies resting in a wind-rocked hammock across from me.
The same wind that billows around me dares not to touch
a flower whose beauty is not one to be compared
who steals the breath from my lungs with each glance
from across the small distance between us
to who I yearn to show how much love and care I possess.
I steal a second to prance lightly to this resting lover,
tucking a red tulip behind her metal clad ear,
expressing my undying love for a magnificent presence, and
presses my lips against her flushed, warm cheeks.
Her beauty radiating from every fiber of her being.
The flower mirroring only an ounce of preciousness that I find
underneath her soft skin, intertwined with the heart
I so adore and dreaming of cradling
for as long as I can. Words fail to bubble past my lips,
love that I could never put into words.
She closes her eyes and drifts aimlessly, lost in dreams
and I watch her eyelids flutter over superb eyes
that shine with an intensity the sun is not capable of masking.
Her hair short and tangled, trees casting shadows across
the face of an angel who walks the earth to be with me.
Little does the girl who I walk with know
that she is the reason I have wings, that my heart beats spastically,
or that my dreams consist of only her face, smiling warmth on a frigid soul
blinding sore eyes with majesty I am not deemed to be able to see
but yet she blesses me with her self.
Deep in a lovers' garden tucked inside the woods,
framing the barriers of a runaway cottage,
lies an angel and a human whose love is strong
and petaled flowers born from their tears of joy
and the radiant glow burning from within their love.
