When I look at you I bloom,

Crimson thoughts dressed up in child’s play, sweet or bitter, I taste cherry when I look at you.

I relish in it it all day and night, savoring every thought til I’m subdued by your imaginary prescience.

I ache all over when your floral aroma goes away, my heart throbbing at the sight of your cherry lips.

Time flies all too fast when you’re around, I hope we can bud into something different.