If poems were fleursI'd bring you one every single day!I'd
assemble them most graciously, as if they were mine to give
away.I'd conceal the fact that such a knack was imbued me from
above [it was divine].If poems were fleurs I'd grow them wild for
you and pick them off the vine!
If poems were fleursI'd write some that'd tickle and please your
ears.I'd write for you a special one to theme your days, weeks,
months and years!I'd make a fleur to suite your mood [but not so
much that you'd feel swo0od].I'd make them a refined delicacy
that'd commune your soul like heavenly food.
If poems were fleursI'd give to you some to read each night
while youre curled-up on your bed.I'd write for you a lulling piece
to ease your mind; please your thoughts; take away the day's
dread.I'd give you a collection of delight for your selection each
night, so you'd feel fine...If poems were fleurs I'd grow them wild
for you and pick them off the vine!
