Anthophile

In fields of color, blooms unfurl A symphony of petals, a love to swirl With tender hands, I gently choose Each blossom wrings, a love that stirs Their fragrant whispers, secrets hold Expressions of a tale, yet untold Picking flowers, a gift so sweet For the one my heart longs to meet In hues of passion, a palette rare I gather love, beyond compare Each petal's touch, a soft caress A love confessed in nature's dress With every bloom, my feelings speak A silent language, tender and meek I pluck each token, a love so true A redolent bouquet, just for you