Paint my skin the hazel I taste in your eyes
Cover me, love, in a most petally guise
Forever floral fragrance makes up my reprise
Stemming from he who I’ve canonized

With all the passion the spoken word can hold
The fervor of a fire melting all surrounding cold
The tingle in the tips as your calloused hands unfold
Noncosting, nontaxing, a love that can’t be sold.