...

"If your hands smells of Jasmine, and your hair is soft like a flower bed of Buttercups, would your love feel like roses? It will be beautiful... but will also be hurtful... And I wonder, would your lips taste like vanilla? Your words are laced with nectar, and your skin is a smooth as a flower's petals. What kind of flower are you... and you make me question my worth."

In which a poet is in love.