It’s like a pink rose, waiting to be discovered.

My love for you growing into expression;

I look at you and see the stem, the roots the flowers.

I see them, solid, curly dark haired, smiling, dreaming, ours.

I look at you, you are the sun: strong, yang, bright,

You can hold them, vastly, tenderly with endless examples.

I am wild within, hungry, earthy,

Like the moon, deep and creative, dark and magnetic.

Flowers and stems, fire; earth and the endless;

Water; happy tears over-joy me- wholesome soil growth and sunshine.