Your Gift

Peonies. Giant, Willy Wonka fantastical peonies with a scent that dizzies and intoxicates to a level unbeknownst to any other living being. Like laying atop a garden of flowers, a naturally beautiful, living, growing thing that brings calm and brightness to any day or moment. Like being outside, the warmth of the sun on your body, the smell of the grass and the wind and the pleasure of gazing out into the lush green life that the world can give. Even this scene, this thought does not compare to the love I feel. Not even flowers, my favorite gift, my favorite smell, can come close to your scent, the gift of you that I am able to wrap up in my arms. Only the pure, organic way life flows through a garden can be a metaphor for how our love fills me and runs through my mind and body. This is the only way my mind can comprehend it all.