Your spirit is that of a flower child,
With dandelion dreams in your heart.
Your personality is your canvas,
Truly a work of art.

I want to help pollinate your dreams,
Flowing in the breeze of change.
You deserve the harvest of success,
That comes from anything in range.

Your voice is a song from the past,
Full of passion and harmonic bliss.
The only instrument needed is love,
A symphony will come from a kiss.

Nothing else I could say would suffice,
For you deserve everything and more.
I could dedicate the world to you,
But that would never even the score.