Analysis of Flowers of My Love.

To her whom my very soul loves;
She whose beaut' passes the Lily's;
Whose charm, like the Musk Rose, glues me:
As Honeysuckle, I'm to thee!
Let's yoke in Acacia friendship
And place the Heather far from us,
But, like Ivy, to cling firmly,
With Petunia trust on our souls,
For our souls are fresh White Roses
Worthy of love with St. John's Wort!

Like the Snowdrop in my garden,
I find no match for your goodness;
It brings peace of the Olive Wing
With pleasant dreams of Sweet Williams,
Not lost on Tulip's betrayal
Nor on Poppy's forgetfulness;
But, as long lasting Verbena,
You have my truest confidence
Clad in Thyme's sweetest affection
As sweets to the Sweet Lavender!

You're like the Sage: virtuous and wise,
True and tender as the Bluebell;
Yet, as steadfast as Begonia!
Cruel Borages cannot stop you,
When, like the Strawberry blossoms,
You persevere as the Brambles
In patience and modest foresight.
You're worth more than my Shepherd's purse,
With a soul like Sea Anemones;
You're my preferred Apple Blossom!

I love you, oh my Arbutus!
I long for you as the Sweet Pea,
With pureness of the Carnation.
Though, like Clematis, I seem poor,
I'm still honest and innocent
In simpleness of the Daisy.
As Foxgloves are far from the Fern,
My truthfulness' void of deceit;
So, my love is like the Red Rose:
As loyal as the Wallflower!