Our Flower That Refuses to Wilt

My first shot at a love poem is short, and to the point.

A flower flutters in the breeze,
Not willing to wilt with ease.

It had blossomed in the midst of chill,
Never giving up to nature’s will.

Nor will I, give up what we share,
Will you assist, in this adventurous dare?

My love is passionate like a burning timber,
My faith in us will never hinder.

Our love is like the ever-changing sea,
once rough and trecherous yet now calm and serene

The delicate flower survived the storm,
The following eve, was but mild and warm.

My love, this delicate flower is truly my soul
My soul, half yours,half mine united in one commone goal

My soul shall never part from thee,
Will you not marry me?