Sweet summer bouquet drifting o'er warm breeze,
Pastel colours of every hue, my senses they do tease

Angels dancing on unseen clouds, the fluffy seeds disperse
Wafting to some distant meadow, among the Shepherd's purse

The blossom bursts forth, born of the blazing sun,
Each tender petal like one word - a story that summer's spun

Therein, my love I do spy, among the buttercups, reposed,
Her hair bedecked with little daisies, her face as sweet as any rose

Magical is her soft, enchanting voice, making me pause to listen,
Stopping to kiss those lovely lips, oh so soft and lissom

Her fragrance, as beguiling as any borne on the growing season,
Causeth my heart to beat like naught that I can reason

Why these feelings stir among the delicate blooms,
From whence came these heartfelt words? Not from the grassy glume

My love is only brought to life among the lovely flowers,
Only their sensory embrace can yield such romantic power