Reine des Violettes - the rose is Fushia
Love thee - love thee not is the daisy - dreams
Thee dreams of rose petals
Bewildered - are pale
Of thy shades of pink
Called the Belindas
Maggie- she a rose of blossoms too
Petals - so pure - true of dark - be true pinks
The reine DR Violettes
Extroidinaire of aroma
Know thy fragrance
To be of prominence
Marchesa - Bocella - Light sweet the scent
Her fragrance then beauteous
Be - love at first sight!
Ne dawn! Climbs - up the hedges
Pink and ever so true - petals devine
Thee shrub - buds that of an Old Blush
Blushes of thee - How do I love the buds?
Violas are blue violettes
Tis so beauty true
Called penny series
Deep of thee blue hue
"How do I love thee"?
"Let me count the ways" in life
The muse - the prose everlastingly on that rose
The climbers picturesque. plant thy paths
Thee rendezvous of sweethearts , too true.
I loveth the bud and it doth blossom in the prose.
Categories:
marchesa, flower, rose,
Form: Light Verse