Peony Creates Poetry

I want to fall in the corner of your condensed net.
Like a misty morning with a lush peony flower garden,
Creating small legs named miss rowing,
In distance of distant memories.
Make your figure in my head more rowdy.

Until one morning I started to string your name on my peony
Being a poem about a piece of my story that adores your smile.
Hope if later I will clutch my bunch of peony beside you.

You know, sir.
Love is conceiving itself into a bunch of peony.
In charm, aroma, color and memories.
Make the poet create a song of love.
Make mist create the array.
Make the wind create the temple.
Makes me create poetry.