From the containments of a flower shop,

I search for a flower,

but not just any flower:

a flower for her.

But what flower,

Natural love is pure of heart
it asks nothing of the lover from the start
it is whole and not lacking to say the least
it is

Natural love
Is there any
Other sort?

We choose
The words
Take our aim

But that's not
Love
You either do
Or you don't

Life without you would suck,
No stepping ducks.
I don't like it when you snap at me,
I want you to see what i see.

I know you

Tons of grass
Were growing

On me says
Mother earth

I had to be kind

To allow
God's creation
Natural love

To feel and feed
Their tools