Like a pressed flower, you sit with me,
So happy and content,
My collection for the future,
My album contains so few, but it's filled to the brim with you.

Like a pressed flower, you lie with me,
So comfortable and at ease.
As flowers and trees surround us,
We're so joyous and so pleased.

Like a pressed flower I keep you,
Admire your beauty and your scent.
The moisture from your tears shines,
Your beauty heaven sent.

Like a pressed flower I caress you,
Your rosy lips and cheeks,
Like a pressed flower I'll protect you,
For years and days and weeks.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002