What would you say upon receiving three clusters of pink hawthorn flowers?

How would the tones of your face reveal themselves if I told you it was 'heart medicine'?

Would your eyes dilate?

I mouse-sneak to spy on you.

I thought I knew where it could happen, but...

You are so good at hiding, you appear disappeared.

Perhaps, now that my longing has lengthened like a shadow near twilight,

Our entrainment has turned to beats, 

Waves canceling each other out.

I'm finding my patience for curiosity is short.

I just want to know if you know the longest word in the English language.

I just want to know how you smell after crying.

What would you say if I handed you a freshly propelled maple seed?

Would you get it when I tell you, Nature imitates Life?

Would your heart jump along that red road with mine?