In the fragrant haven of blooms, a vision did appear,
A boy with hair of moonlit brown, my heart held oh so dear.
Amongst the roses blushing pink and lilies pure and white,
He moved with grace, a gentle soul, a beacon in the light.

His eyes, like pools of deepest blue, held secrets yet untold,
And laughter played upon his lips, like stories yet to unfold.
His hands, with care, caressed the blooms, each petal soft and fine,
A silent symphony of love, a gift of nature's design.

I watched him move, a silent dance, amidst the floral grace,
His every gesture filled with charm, a smile upon his face.
And as I stood there, mesmerized, by beauty so complete,
I knew that I had stumbled on, a love both rare and sweet.

Oh, boy of flowers, hair of moon, you've captured all my thoughts,
A dream come true, a whispered wish, a love that life has brought.
And though I stand here, words unsaid, my heart it does confess,
For you, dear boy, have stolen my heart, and filled it with your blessedness.
© manchita