A Bouquet

No rose could hold the spirit of love I’ve found in you. No vase could stand so proudly as to honor you, as you should be honored. No single word could describe you and no gift can adorn you, as I would have you adorned. There is no feat to be preformed or accomplishment to achieve that could demonstrate my love. I can only offer words.

If words were morning’s fresh buds, I would pick this bouquet of words in your honor. Understanding, comforting, and nurturing, with blooms as plentiful as are these qualities in you, would be the base of the bouquet. I would add the largest buds of encouraging I could find to show how much it means to me to have you lifting me up. Luscious sword of beauty and sensuality would dazzle the eye with their flora. Clusters of hope, enthusiasm and dignity would fill the air with aroma.

I would pick devotion and commitment, as simple as they are, to stand at the center and above all others. There they could show how you honor me with those things I’m so starved for. The bouquet would be incomplete without clutches of faith and caring. After adding spears of wit and spontaneity, I’d pick a few buds of humility to round out my arrangement.

I would wrap the stems in a veil of love, as is everything you have given me. Your love is never faltering, never mistaken and always true. The only thing left to be added would be a photograph of you. There is no other way an arrangement could capture the alluring beauty of you, the most perfect blossom of all.

In this world of brambles and weeds I’ve found a bouquet, so beautiful no other could ever compare. I have been blessed with the greatest gift a man can ever wish for, happiness. I’ve found a bouquet to cherish for life and to share my life. Yes, I am truly grateful for the blessings I’ve received. I can only add these last words.

I love you!

You are love to me.