My darling, ever since that day I first saw your pretty face, I have yearned for you in secret silence throughout my nights.
Tell me…how can a painting manifest its beauty with you inside it, while holding living flowers swaying with joy beneath your sensuous smile?
Did you know the emblem of love can never be seen, but is truly felt because of its divine relationship with the heart?
I am the comforting hand caressing the sorrow of spring after its tears fail to rejuvenate the barren soil gently holding flowers of beauty in your lovely image.
In your eyes, I am privileged to see the flames of romance surrendering their warmth upon the heart of a humble man like me.
Lady Flower, you are like the temperature of summer - harvesting the crops of happiness in my heart, which will eventually give birth to sweet love.
You are also like the beauty of autumn - shedding her sacredness upon my soul with the fruits of passion as I love you with faithful emotions into the great winters of life.