I am not able to tell
If it's a flower you're after.
Perhaps you merely wish fun
And temporary laughter.
I cannot give you flowers
Until I'm sure of your aim.
A happy daisy, smiling,
Would not do if passion 's your claim.
A red rose richly scented
Would not do to create a chain.
I will not waste my flowers
If heady emotions you feign.
But I am willing to lend
Bouquets and baskets of sweet blooms.
Until I know your true depth
I'll open windows, but not rooms.