I smell the sweet fragrance of love, Not forgotten in moonlight, Not forsaken in the scorching daytime Sun, Always there, uplifting my soul, Filling me with the melody of your heart, Showing me the depths of my own desire, You are the tulip. I bend to inhale you, Lost in a swirl of wanting to be that great garden, Where you can blossom, Where you can bloom, We sit in peace on fertile soil, you and I, I am a bee, I cannot escape your gaze, You are the tulip. This heart is full, this mind is racing, I can feel you in the distance, Your scent rising to meet my truest form, There is no greater truth that this, Our love not lost in polluted air, Our realm not forgotten in the weeds of reality. You are the tulip. You are the forever flower, You are the blossom of my heart, You are the fragrance I've been searching for, The budding, the unfolding, The perfect colors born after a harsh winter, Now I shall lay in your garden, For you are the tulip.
photo by: Chickens in the Trees (vns2009)