He revived her
like a wilting flower
watered her with love
nurtured her back to life.
He let her be herself
like wild flowers do
to let her grow in strength and beauty
to thrive in his comfort.
He attended to her needs
like one arranges flowers with care.
His gestures
are sweeter than nectar.
His words
are delicate as petals.
He opened her eyes
to a new world
watching her blossom
to see her beauty
in the beauty
of the world around her.
He warmed her heart
like flowers under the sun’s rays.
He livened her up
her vibrant colours
brought out the best in her.
He adored her
as the flower does the sun
maybe more than he’d admit
from what she saw
and felt it from him.
He breathed in her scent
more exotic than fragrant flowers
knowing it’s intoxicating
yet inhaling it was his desire.
He did not pick her,
cut and placed in a vase.
He let her live through
until the last petal fell.
He awaited her return
like flower buds each spring
that bloom and mature
like an everlasting.
