Your purple petaled smile
catches my eye from down below,
a brightness so eager to please.
You promise to open soon,
with your familiar yet foreign flavor,
my palette you will appease.
With your spicy, heart-shaped green,
a reminder that the truest of loves
is ridiculously bitter-sweet.
You are my soldier of hope,
making my mouth water for a piercing crunch
of your healing, sword-like leaves.
Wild, like me, with parts both
mild and deliciously pungent,
I love you, despite my dirty knees.