Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
My sky is grey,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Eagles are bald,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
A person is innocent,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My scalp is hairy,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your bath is warm,
And so is your smile.