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The Language of The Flowers

Poem

When words fail me —

give her my bouquet of flowers.

Each petal with its own meaning,

like your eyes in every hour.

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Your touch is ever soft 

Yet it grips my heart with thorns.

I prick myself on your satin sheets,

Love — is as fearless as it warns.

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Water them and sweet smell

— shall ruminate through the room.

The flowers are only young!

Don’t let them die so soon.

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For now they live and breathe,

at the mercy of your power

O’ my love was only as pure 

as your favourite flowers.

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- A. R.

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Posted May 23, 2022, 3:29 PM UTC

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