I’m pretty sure there were tulips in her eyes,

I shouted “Fire! Fire!”,

She took off her sunglasses,

She saw sunrise.

 

Now I know it, there was a darling rose in her blush,

A honey dew in her stare

But they told me “beware, beware!”

“Have you not been warned of ‘primrose way’?”

 

Now I felt it, there were dandelions on her lips…

Make a wish, make a wish!

Daisy chains in her hair, we were pulling petals,

They made us kiss.

 

Now I promise it, there were hollies in her affections -

Beautiful, comforting to behold!

Until to touch, oh to touch

And I felt my roots shudder…

 

Like her love might be built by thorns,

Her kisses lifted by rotting branches,

Seeds growing from a decaying soil,

Promised to never bloom.

 

Now I swear it, there were sticky weeds rooted in her touch,

Vine leaves that grew from her fingers.

poisin ivy that coiled around my throat,

And there was a reminder, a little prickle…

 

I’m pretty sure there were nettles in her eyes.

I shouted her name,

I shouted her name all night

But she’d taken flight, she’d taken flight.

 

All that was left behind,

Little pieces of pollen scattered on the floor,

On the door of every flower, shrub, tree, plant, weed….

She visited my garden no more.