She carried a marigold on wrist like a bracelet
she was unique, and creative
Her work was beautiful
She was an artist
Her sword had an engraving of a gladiolus,
She was strong and brave,
She never back down,
She was a warrior
A crown of peonies sat on her head,
She was shy and compassionate,
She always helped when help was needed,
She was a handmaiden
Her dress had a pattern of lilies,
She was beautiful and charming,
She never let her people down,
She was a queen
A sunflower hung around her neck,
She was very kind and adored by all,
She was friends with everyone,
She was a princess
(Chorus)
Oh, the language of flowers, whispered on the breeze,
A tapestry of meanings, rustling through the trees.
Each bloom a hidden message, a secret to impart,
Woven in the fabric of a loving heart.
A dandelion taped to his journal,
He was adventurous and daring,
He never stayed in one place to long,
He was the traveling man
He kept a tulip in his back pocket,
He was caring and loving,
He was nice to all,
He was a simple boy
A lavender plant was printed on his shirt,
He was calm and graceful,
He always stayed humble,
He was a townsman
She had a ribbon of daisies in her hair,
She was innocence and pure,
She never whined,
She was a child
(Chorus)
Oh, the language of flowers, whispered on the breeze,
A tapestry of meanings, rustling through the trees
Each bloom a hidden message, a secret to impart,
Woven in the fabric of a loving heart