In boredom, we indulge in poetry and paragraphs

wildflowers speak of love better than i do

Wildflower blooms of the softest hue

To my love I shall make

Crowns of hyacinths covered in dew

Small rings from barks that flake

I hunt in the darkest corners of crooks

For golden snake skins in the shade

To sew into scarfs so fine

That from whispers it could break

I climb the greatest trees my love

To gather the feathers of seafaring birds

I'll make you pair of sturdy wings

So you could fly far from this wicked world

The silvery cotton of clouds up high

I spin into thread and knit into coats

To soak you in the warmth of my work

And embrace your delicate skin

 I cannot use tendrils of sweetened words

To show you my absolute worship and affection

Hold onto my crafts as you hold onto promises

For they are the vessel of my fervent desire