For this, your birthday gift, an artichoke.
Heart flower of my soul and mind and being.
For you, in all my life, more than all folk,
Have opened me to life, and growth and seeing.
As petals strip you off one at a time,
Know that I give myself to you this way.
I want to nourish you in ways sublime,
Give you my best until my dying day.
I know you know me deeply through and through.
Yes, to my core, and through all layers built.
Know that I love you thus, in all you do.
That the blossom of my love will never wilt.
My greatest joys are felt with you my love;
That I met you, I thank heaven above.
© Tom Tide 2016