Finding love in the city

I thought love came at night when the guy at the bar plays the piano and your face glistens from the candle flame on our table But today I realised that love came when the sun shines its brightest when the birds chirp and the flowers blossom. There you were, looking like a walking piece of art and I’m the tourist eager to take pictures of you so that I can boast about seeing the most beautiful creation ever made.

Speak to me in flowers

She spoke in flowers

everything she said blossomed and grew as she spoke

her words were beautiful like fresh sunflowers

she spoke to him in roses

wishing he’d collect each and every rose

so that in return he’ll give her a bouquet

her roses were so beautiful that he plucked the roses out

and he was left with the stems and thorns

and that’s what he gave her in return