Reflected from these small brown eyes of mine
Were these flowers that bloomed from here to there
Some were yellow and bright and so cheery,
Some were purple and dark with such beauty,
Some were red and alluring but with thorns,
Some were pure white only blooming at night.
Each of these flowers are pretty to me,
Though i dare not pluck them because i fear
They'll wither away in my lonely hands.
I'll just content myself with looking at them,
Until my young hands become green with love,
Only then will i pick one up with care
And know the meaning of being in love.
Flowers and love. They go hand in hand like the sun and the rain.
Well to girls i think they do. Flowers for your love.
How bout a cheap perfume that doesn't attract any bees?!