No one plants me, no one singles me out, I just grow. Anywhere, a delicate flower, scattered here and there; I bring delight to those who pick me, I bloom when I am left alone. I whisper to the mind, to the body, that it is so beautiful, inside, outside. I stand upright, I lean, I lie down. Place me on a heart and I'll make it throb. Brush me across lips and I'll make them blush.
