Wouldn't it be lovely to be a flower?
Fulfill a purpose and conduct your own existence,
In a lush, bountiful garden.
I'd be a Honeysuckle
that represents the devoted affection
that grows inside me daily
for my lover.
Or a Lily of the valley
for the sweetness,
the way she loves me
smooth like honey.
Perhaps a Sweet Pea
for the simple pleasures of her companionship.
Sharing ice cream, long talks, sunset walks.
The way her fingers perfectly fit the spaces between mine.
I'd be a Daisy
tender and innocent.
Since my childlike tendencies
are always nurtured in her arms.
In the middle of fresh spring flowers,
I am a beautiful, diverse bouquet.
My lover is the oasis of my life.
She lead me to bloom loudly,
in the language of flowers.
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Language of Flowers
PoetryThis is my first collection of free-verse poems. Each poem represents a different element of my life. Ranging from love, angst, healing, and pure inspiration. Feel free to send me constructive criticism, I appreciate all forms of feedback! *This co...