She comes bearing her essence
Cleaving her charms of innocence
Her soothing oils fall to the ground
Without making a singular sound
He lifts the petals to the holiest of sky
Together they are, if severed they die
A dove of peace lays their fear to rest
Assembled in love, each one blessed
Like petals in the wind, they drift away
To a garden where lilting flowers sway
Their intentions are clear, like the rain
Eyes bright, like a clean window pane
He knows their comings, and their going
Their hearts fly higher than a 727 Boeing
So very elegant.
So very elegant.