Lions Mane

I send her flowers
she sends me dirt

I send her poems
my petaling flirts

She tells me no, that
she’s not that type girl

I propose gently we
give love a whirl

She says i’m flighty
unable to land

I tell her maybe
if she’d hold my hand

We might could tether
the sky to the Earth

Forever love sings of
tomorrows rebirth ~