Sweetly scented summer flowers

Fill my sleepless, silent hours

With their whispered, honeyed stories

That tell of love and all its glories.

One night the flowers spoke of you;

They told of beauty shining through

The gloom filled byways of the night

With clear epiphanies of light,

Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips,

Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips,

They told of music in your smile

And praised your beauty quite some while.

But when I saw your pics of you,

I realized their words are true.