you are a garden

ardent are the roses
of your cheeks.
loyal are the irises
of your eyes.

believe me, tulips;
are reaching skybound to the orchid
clouds. a painting of fresh carnation
on your complexion. a tree
for a head and leaves
for hair, you stand proud like narcissus
though Narcissus, a flower. the daffodils
of your smile are yellow, the sun
flower, too.

love
ly are the stargazers
neatly planted in the garden.