splendor 》poetry

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕

All the flowers that poke out of the ground—
I would pick every one just to hear the sound
Of your lava-like laughter, or to see your smile,
Even if that heart-melting grin only stayed for a little while.

Of all the flowers, I would pick a yellow daisy,
To remind you that your presence makes me feel a little hazy,
That of all the wonders in the world, you amaze me,
And that as long as I have you, nothing can faze me.

Of all the flowers, I would pick a crimson rose,
For the color of the blush in your cheeks and your nose;
Beautiful like the love between us that nobody knows;
Unique just like you, the prettiest flower I ever chose.

Of all the flowers, I would pick an asiatic lily,
Freckled like your skin; but it's a little bit silly,
How the beauty of your skin can make my own grow chilly;
I swear your beauty is so dangerous it could kill me.

Of all the flowers, I would pick a dandelion,
So I could wish for you to be mine forever, and I'm not lying,
When I say I'd do anything to make you happy—I really am trying;
When I make the wish, the petals will be like us one day—free flying.

Of all the flowers, I would pick a purple larkspur;
Just like you, its colors are so vivid that they lure,
All sorts of creatures into its greedy, magical capture,
But I will always ask, how was I so lucky to find her?

Of all the flowers, I would pick one of those distinctive irises,
Almost as distinct as your oceanic eyes, those cool green irises,
Almost as intruding as the most catchy of viruses,
Almost as intriguing as the most interesting of sciences.

Of all the flowers, I would pick a blooming aster,
Because like you, they're so pretty they seem to plaster,
A smile on my face that can't seem to grow any faster,
Because at our wedding I'll say, "I was brave enough to ask her."

Of all the flowers, I would pick a rainbow of carnations,
Its petals so colorful and silky they look like mere animations,
Like cartoons of our love, an ethereal sensation,
And, just like you, these flowers ooze temptation.

Of all the flowers, I would pick some lovely tulips,
Nostalgic like Easter and as predictable as an eclipse,
A textbook flower, almost as studied as your lips,
By not only my eyes but my heart, because when it sees you, it flips.