Our Tulip

Bloom, little tulip, bloom
And see how your beauty
Inspires my heart to beat
While you rest in her grasp,
Ever growing.

I see your stem wrapping
Delicately around our arms
In a gentle embrace
And leaving the taste of home
On lips with our first kiss.

Little dew drops rest on your red petals,
Drawing out the prominence of the color,
A vibrant, strong, reminder of love
That nestles itself betwixt two lovers
Who smile, still, timidly as the time passes.

I watch as her eyes roam over you
In soft awe; her lips twitch upward
In a faint smile and her eyes sparkle
With a playful glint;
A goddess amongst her garden.

Little tulip, our tulip,
In each vein of your leaves
Runs this tender, delicate, and all-consuming love
That we breathe each and every day,
Nothing tainting its gem-like perfection.

I gingerly wrap my fingers around your stem,
My own brushing hers gently and overlapping them
As I pull her closer to embrace her as I do you,
Our beautiful red tulip,
Softly and with a touch only of endless love and care.