In fields of color, where blossoms dance,
A tale unfurls, a lover's chance.
Flowers, delicate and ever so fair,
Whisper of love in the gentlest air.

Roses, with petals of crimson delight,
Symbolize passion, burning so bright.
Their fragrance, a sweet and heady embrace,
Mirrors the ardor that love can grace.

Lilies, pristine in their purest white,
Radiate grace, a celestial sight.
Like love's devotion, they bloom serene,
Transcending boundaries, a love supreme.

Sunflowers, vibrant, their faces turned high,
Seek the sun, like love that lights up the sky.
Their golden hues, a beacon of hope,
Reflecting love's warmth, an eternal trope.

Jasmine, with its intoxicating perfume,
Whispers of longing in a fragrant bloom.
Love's tender whispers, soft and true,
Embrace the heart, like morning dew.

Each petal, a verse in love's grand design,
A tender touch, a moment so fine.
For in the garden of love's sweet embrace,
Flowers bloom, weaving poetry's grace.