So far we may seem to be, so much I am missing thee, as if in a vessel adrift in the open sea…
To seek the unseekable and as I speak the unspeakable, I’ll do everything in my power, my one and only, my pretty flower…
I know one day I’ll be with you, to prove how much my love is true…
I’ll ask for your hand, to stay with me, and give you my love infinitely…
For now time spent with out thee, I dream of you, and hope you dream of me …
Oh my dear queen, time and again it’s you I sought after, your face, your lips and your sweet laughter…
My love for you, change will never… yesterday, today, tomorrow… forever…

- Flora by: Carlo De Guzman Biana -