A speaker stops at a flowering branch, leans in, and is so struck by the scent that it feels worth a lifetime. From there the poem turns the flower into something close to a person. The speaker asks if they can visit "sometime," the way you might ask a relative or a friend, and then asks the flower to wait.
The feeling underneath is tender longing, mixed with a small pang of worry. The last lines bring in a rival: a womanizer who might pick the flower and hand it to his "saucy girlfriend." That detail suggests the flower stands for something more than a plant, perhaps a woman or a love the speaker hardly dares claim, though the poem never says so outright. The mood is light and playful on the surface, with its casual tone and gentle teasing, yet it carries an ache. Beautiful things can be taken by someone who values them less, and the speaker fears arriving too late. The unfinished ending, trailing off in dots, leaves that worry hanging.