If Poems Were Flowers

If poems were flowers, growing in my heart surely I’d be a florist, surely I’d have a bouquet of them to give when this month finally turns fourteen If poems were flowers, I with a red inked pen would pen a rose-scented verse as free as this one with a bold theme on love to recite it or perhaps sing it for you when this month finally goes red with love If poems were flowers, growing in my heart and this month was a flowering season surely I’d have something to share with you when the whole world celebrates love If poems were flowers, I’d carry a bouquet to you I’d stand before you and greet you with a smile I’d say nothing but wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.