A flower from the south

I was walking in the desert,
with nothing left to drink or eat.
I was chasing in the south,
after a flower, at the quiet place that known for its hit.

And when I gave her,
the flower from the south.
She didn't want to see me,
and you kicked me sort of.

And then I walked away,
to find a new flower in my yard.
Unique flower or close to,
it was quiet hard.

And when I gave her,
the unique flower I've got.
She didn't want to see me,
I wanted to shout.

So I continued to search,
I havn't found a thing.
So I wrote my feelings down,
and the wind was jarring.

And when she opened that door.
The south flower was on her ear.
It somehow did survive,
after at least a year.

A flower from the south.

So I gave her the note,
and runed-away before she reply.
She came into my house,
and I was shy.

A flower from the south.
A flower from the south.