Wishflower
Her fragrance is beauty, like a sweet-smelling wine
Her eyes are like the morning dewdrops as they catch the sunshine
Her hair is a stream of long golden petals
Though many a man has she stung with her nettles
Her touch is like that of the soft evening breeze
Her voice is a faint whisper of love amid the trees
Her smile is radiant; it brings magnificent light to her face
Her laughter is nectar, sweeter than mortal tongues can taste
Alas, here I stand! I dare not move closer
For I lack any words that could speak of my indelible love for her
I close my eyes and see her face, and my love grows with each passing hour
Amid even the very garden of Eden, she would still stand out, my perfect wishflower
An original work by J.R. Dudley
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I went along with the theme of being in a garden. I don't know how much of it you want to use, but it's here for your taking.