When I encounter,
Your bold hand,
Reaching out to me,
The passionate desire,
Brings me to my knees.
When we touch,
Forget me not,
The softness of a daffodil,
The innocence of a daisy,
The humility of a lily,
The connection of an iris.
The tiny, little seed,
Has grown to be,
Beautiful and strong,
Like the trunk of a tree.