[insert your name here],

where do you keep the flowers of your heart, my love?

locked within a chest for safe-keeping?

oh no, you think, there is safety to be had within this box. 

but how can flowers grow if locked away?

where is the sun to feast upon its face?

the delicate balance of life comes with the play of birds and bees and insects and rays of sun and moon and starry night. 

throw open the curtains, so that your face may trace the very patterns of love

like a sunflower following its Lover in the Skies.