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
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