Language of Flowers

Write to me about romance,  I'd kiss the back of your hands.
Offer you a rose,  red—as the burning passion bubbling inside of me.
I'll pick some fresh hyacinths from my garden, maybe,
Try to whisper me some words of sincerity,  I'll probably pray for you to be mine and never be sorry.
The language of flowers can speak a thousand words,
Just like my heart could.

I'll probably gift you a scented candle out of lavender,
Be sure to think of me as you enjoy its fragrance because this symbolizes my unyielding devotion,
Are you willing to join me on a stroll?
I can picture you vibing with the beauty of the tulips as we wait for the sun to set,
A picture perfect moment of an ethereal masterpiece—you.
The language of flowers has meaning,
But not as deep as yours.

Hibiscus is for happiness especially when it's painstakingly yellow,
Just as yellow as the sunflower who's always loyal to the sun.
But probably they're not as radiant when you show your smile or as loyal when I'll call you mine,
Each colors of flowers corresponds to a specific emotion,
But not as specific as how you made my heart feel.