Floral Arrangements

when the Rose dries up and wilts at her hips and love tilts down and she softly quips that she's not happy scents of love past her flower has died, that love couldn't last it could all stem from prickly feeling thorns reckless whisper's eardrum some heated words sworn that too easily slip out from a human's proud lips to cause a lover's doubt and begin the apocalypse takes nourishment to grow attend to floral arrangements but, should it droop into woe an irreconcilable estrangement know that petals are everywhere for pistols and pollen's blossom just water it and give it care nourished with tender wish often Daisy will light your sunny side Violet's royal purples will enthuse Jasmine's scent will softly confide too, you'll know Iris' blues to tell what is usually meant of life and draws of relations flowers are always heaven sent a sensory celebrated jubilation © Goode Guy 2011-10-20