of a flower,

would be the tongue i speak.

oh i wish to reach the peak,

and it shall never be sour.

like a dance,

my thoughts a laden on the page.

an aroma close to sage,

leaves me in a trance.

on the wing,

of delicate smells.

petals shaped like shells,

and finches that sing.

i am away,

from this earth.

amongst the mirth,

and the heavens that sway.

...

i love you Baby