If her heart is a flower, in the morning's grace,
It opens gently, in a tender embrace.
Petals unfurl, like secrets revealed,
In the fragrant bloom, love is concealed.

With each dawn's kiss, a new day's start,
In the garden of love, she offers her heart.
In the warmth of sunlight, it begins to sway,
If her heart is a flower, it blossoms every day.

But like petals that fall when autumn arrives,
Love may face trials, where the heart survives.
Through seasons of life, in each ebb and flow,
If her heart is a flower, it will continue to grow.

So cherish this love, like a garden so fair,
Tend to its beauty, and handle it with care.
For if her heart's a flower, in love's sweet show,
It blooms with each moment and forever will glow.