Quite romantic here, all covered in gorgeous blooms
Like the novels of Barbara Cartland and Mills and Boon.   

A Romantic Mood

I smell your dark hair, not the white flowers
I smell your perfume, not the scent of pear blossoms
I breathe your air, not the fumes of the city that surrounds us
I climb your tree, and do not fall from the branch
Like an apple or a wind-blown leaf.