When God was making flowers,
Did he then have you in mind?
He knew someday I'd meet you,
And zero in your heart kind.

When God made you a flower,    
Before your heart came to be,
At the time of conception,
Your  DNA he gave thee.

It gave you humanity,
No matter how small you were;
Time would not change who you are,
A scientific fact for sure.

You remained the same person.
In time you grew up in size.
In time I got to know you.
It is your friendship I prize.

Your heart can surely blossom,
More than floral flowers can.
Your heart has so much beauty,
That I treasure Mary Anne.