O flower!
Be a bit slower.
All the time swinging,
Who makes your heart ringing?

For a long time he is out of sight,
Still you look lovely and quite.
How is that possible?
Nothing can make you vulnerable.

Love is my enormous spirit,
From nature this quality I do inherit.
Poetry smiles dances flies all around,
It's love that launches my soul beyond bound.

A poet possesses floral trait,
I set up in air invisible bait.
It's my magical wording and beauty,
That make me surprising vital pretty.