In the bouquet of flowers you sent me who am I?
The Roses?
The Lilies?
The Dasies?
What smell am I to you?
What color?
What stem?
I know your answer well
“It is all the flowers in the bouquet you are,
for your smell and color is the blend of all,
of the combination of all the flowers of the world”
How could I ever respond to that?