We Met Over a Bouquet

A friendship abloom,
Abundant in artfully arranged gifts
and florist-delivered wit.
The air is fragrant with humor,
laced in nuanced sprays of sarcasm
with just a hint of sweetness.
Your bold, orchard-fresh words
pollinate the dark floret that is my soul,
Polluting it with colorful, long-stemmed clusters
Bound securely in oversized bows of cerise lace.
And so I find that you are unforgettable,
The now-rooted amaranth of my internal garden,
Sensationally showy and expressive.
You are a gift of nature's bounty,
to be singularly treasured as the sole elysian flower
In the weed-laden lawn of my heart.