A rare find

A rare find,between love and tenderness.She had no other address,She was named after a flower and lived among words.Adjectives pulled by their hair,verbs that grew like weeds,some entering by force,He entered softly,from my skin,to my heart.In love stories there is't always just love.Sometimes,there is't a single "I love you"yet we do love.A rare find.Imet her by chance in park.She did not take much space,the size of a pigeon with its feathers.Wrapped in words in names,like mine.He gave me a book,and another pages that exploded in front of my eyes.Do not go right now,it's not the time ,wait.It is not the time,little flower.Give me some more of yourself.Give me some more of your life.Wait,in love stories,there isn't just love.Sometimes there is not a single"I love you".Yet,we do love each other.