Reverence of the flower child

It shall be a memory
Just as another bygone not meant to be
She speaks,
I am the flower child
As she finds my peace
The chaos of mystery
Emotions ride on the raging bulls
Of thoughts,
I know might push me of my thrown
Confined to the pedestal
When apostle of love is tested
She says to me
I am the flower child flow with me
Just as I begin
Must parameters of time restrict?
An arbitrary string of choices
Leads me closer to thee
Fare weather must hold in consistency
Or shall lose the glow
In reflection of her in me
She says to me
I am the flower child
You shall what I must not be