Ode to a Sorcerer

Each flower meets my eye and recalls you
To pick them all and send them to your door
Festooned with petals red, yellow, and blue
Your beauty yet requires something more

No words in my mouth can approximate
The vastness contained in your stormy eyes
Inspiring one to self-flagellate
With reverence, Arbor Vitae arise!

It could be fun, the letters rearranged
Will tie a secret knot, a covenant
Outside all time and never to be changed
By fortune, distance, fate, or discontent

Thus with my essence I create a seal
My Will enacted, shining, hard as steel