My flower

Now it’s four, our love is more
My heart grows fonder, my heart is yours
The gift is flowers, I’ve searched for hours, to find one with a beauty like yours
A Lilly has petals long and sleek, has a scent and smell, pungent not sweet. 
The delicate bluebell with tear drop flowers, the meadows are full of bluebell showers. 
A rose has a heart wrapped tight and neat, but it has a thorn on its side that can cut you deep. 
The mountains and moors are covered in heather. Like our love, can’t destroy, it goes on forever. 
So, I’ve searched for a flower with beauty like yours, my sweet. 
But beauty like yours just cannot be beat. 
The timeless love that fills our hearts, cannot be measured in minutes or hours. 
So you are my stem, my petal, my flower. 

Soft rock, male, studio