Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places

Read quatern Poems Online

NextLast
 

Fervor and Fragrance

She drooped like a wilting peach blossom
Looking to match up with a flower from the Glen 
Wanting to get away from the self-righteous sunflower  
He saw her while playing the field 

The first few dates she was a Sweet Pea 
 And he would have plenty a night recalling periwinkles   
While she herself prayed for anything but the trumpet flower 
She too saw in him the timely orange blossom     

She knew about the goldenrod and throwing herself all in
But how long would he see the Hibiscus in her?
Forget-me-nots are rare in this world  
 He had to be the elderflower and make the next move

So He said to her: 
Gwen 
You are my gladiolus, my dog rose, my buttercup'
One sniff and you cured the carnation inside my chest
You are the ambrosia I have been looking for all my life
My Jasmine when I feel alone, my amaryllis every day
Will you marry me…honeysuckle?

NextLast

Comments

Please Login to post a comment





A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.



Back