My Love's the Flower

My love, you’re a flower,
that sweet-scented rose,
so brief, the encounter,
yet how our bond grows.

Our love, such a tulip,
held tightly and firm,
such a blessing, this grip,
I, too, humbly affirm.

The Lord grants true caring
with rare gifts and flowers,
so folks truly sharing
feel closeness like ours.

But love, you’re a vision,
so vibrantly alive,
our hopes, our decision,
so pure, shall arrive!