It sings..... It does sing well....  kiss, of bliss.
A gift from a mist of sunray and fantasy,

I see the joy it brings wrapped in gorgeous, enchanting, and beautiful serenity.
I bow to thee and ask for this dance.
A chance to romance or serenade this plant that has me eternally swooned.

I endure the drought of ecstasy, sorrow, and sympathy for this divinity.
I greet thee... I kiss thee.... with lips so sweet.
Sing to me inscribe and translate the melody u speak,
I’ll sit wait and pray for a date when fate aliges me and you.
Make me into the gardener that belongs to you so you'll know me you have swooned.

I think of thee how no woman can surpass the gift you have, the way you caress my skin,
Hold me close, or implode in to my core. I exists no more when I am yours. I become your symphony as I sing your praise. Yet forever you have me wrapped in your maze. One day you'll let me free and my bio will say a swooned fool who fell and became a flowers slave

Sincerely yours S.I.G