The Florist

Her love is like a forest, mysterious and deep
Forbidden fruit on every branch that swings from tree to tree
A place that offers comfort and shelter from the rain
To come and go with freedom from life's eternal chains

Her love is like a florist open every day
Exquisite scent of perfumed flowers for those prepared to pay
She can bring to life a fading stalk with tender loving care
But don't to her for commitment 'cause you won't find it there

Some that want to judge her are standing first in line
Some try to convert her, but she doesn't have the time
It's always been that way and forever it will be
And there but for the grace of fate it could be you or me

Her love is like the Far East a distant spicy treat
Sometimes too hot to handle, sometimes sour and sweet
Some say underneath it all her heart is set in stone
But that's a place that up till now, no one's ever known

Some that want to judge her are standing first in line
Some try to convert her, but she doesn't have the time
It's always been that way and forever it will be
And there but for the grace of fate it could be you or me



Credits
Writer(s): Nemo James
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