All nature yields her beauty in its time.
She does not spring forth flowers from the air,
Nor is she prematurely cooed by

The pink or red one knows,
Is a friend or lover rose,
Beyond friend but not there yet,
So what color should I get?

How do I

Jack was just six and was playing one day, 
when one thought of his mama led to another.
He scooped up weeds in

He mounted her doorstep bouquet in hand.

She opened the door for him, thrilled to see his shining face.

Ah, young hearts