Upon a canvas of fragrant petals, told,
Where passion blooms and heartfelt stories unfold,
Two artisans of blossoms, bold and bright,
Speak love’s phrase in the hush of the moonlight.

In blush of roses, in lily’s white hue,
Silent confessions of love spring anew.
With nimble fingers on stems they arrange,
Their silent conversation frames a change.

In peony’s blush, and bluebell’s sweet song,
They find a language where both hearts belong.
And as petals wilt, feelings yet flower,
Strong and silent, yet radiating power.

In the tongue of flowers they’ve found their muse,
A love written in blossom, they didn’t choose.