Flowers for Those Who Wait

Written by: dave archuletta

It use to be that daffodils were for girls that thrill
And dahlias black, for Hollywood’s women dressed to a kill
But it is thru our perseverance and the accompaniment of dozens that a red rose 
dreams,
“There is only one flower mightier than what blooms in any month of spring…
…and it’s not the size of the rock on her finger or the reach of its bling
It’s the hush of the crowd, when under the trellis a flower did bud, when we 
expressed “I do thee wed for whatever it brings”