The language of flowers will tell of much.
Not in vain is a bouquet chosen.
Chance will pick and bind,
For the artist and the poet to read.

The romantic and the dreamer,
Sorrowful or in love,
Passing by, they stop,
Having forgotten their startled thoughts,
They gaze intently into the petals.

Here is a parallel of your essence,
Pay, and take it in your handful,
Give feeling in its fullness,
Speak without words with grass and bloom.