For My Ideal Birdsong

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your object is ideal,

And so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

A thing is mousy,

And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

With buds like eggs,

Transition is smooth,

And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

Up to the skies,

A reader is thoughtful,

And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

Surround the farms,

Your blue is pale,

And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style,

Power is illuminating,

And so is your smile.

Birdsong is beautiful,

Just like you.