As I viewed you I thought of lovely flowers in the spring. Perhaps it is the happiness and joy that season can bring. You are a fragrant aroma that intoxicate my nostrils' sense. You are their colors so vivid, pure and passionately intense.
I think of the flowers and which one you are and it is automatic. You could be any or all that are pretty and equisitely exotic. You are beautiful and grounded at the roots with family ties. You are green leaves, natural with your feelings and no lies.
You make me feel young and in love I feel like an eager teenager I remember the tremble of my knees As I approached the door to walk a Young shy girl to the movies
I will think of you as a rose so beautiful, symbolic and noble. You are so many things spiritual that its difficult to view and label. You are the history, spirit, wisdom and love that the rose represents, Also the lass, lady, princess, mistress that has smote many a gent.
What colour when I morph you to the rose you symbolize? A red rose stands for love and romance that I see in your eyes. Pink roses mean you are elegant, graceful and I admire you. A yellow rose represents warmth and happiness that's true.
You make me feel young and in love I feel like an eager teenager I remember the tremble of my knees As I approached the door to walk a Young shy girl to the movies
I still comtemplate what shade of rose would be like your heart? A white rose represents innocence and purity and a new start. An orange rose means desire, enthusiasm and passion delight. Lavender roses are for enchantment and love at first sight.
I have decided to think of you as a flower...a wonderful fragrant rose. The colour of the rose has me confused and standing on my toes! But wait it's obvious now, the colour and flower and image! I'll think of you as a rose...a bouquet...all colours I can envisage.
You make me feel young and in love I feel like an eager teenager I feel the tremble of my knees Now as I drive to your door To meet you with a rose bouquet and drive you to the movies.
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
Just something that poped into my head and I ran with it.
Hi, boyshchrm6, Oh, when love invades the heart, the roses and their colors grow like weeds. You painted a beautiful bouquet. It is nice in the midst of winter, "far beneath the bitter snows", to once again see the rose make its way to the top, into the CS sunlight. Enjoyed the warmth of the poem.
Thanks LadyBee. I did have tender feelings for her but I guess roses weren't enough...C'est la vie.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMar 21, 2011
Nearly slipped past you you handsome dude....wonderful poem from way before my time, but well written as always....and so...heartfelt...loved it.... Niah
RedexNorthumberland, England UKMar 21, 2011
Now there is a lovely thought all colours I enjoyed the read
Comments (31)
rob
I thought this was a wonderful poem. Great work. Thanks for sharing.
your kind comment.
the kind comment.Inspired while ago
Just got it polished though.
Paloma. Appreciated always.
your word(s)...lol
you reading and comments.
Alidia Noctus. TY
Sorry for my long delay in responding.
Oh, when love invades the heart, the roses and their colors grow like weeds. You painted a beautiful bouquet. It is nice in the midst of winter, "far beneath the bitter snows", to once again see the rose make its way to the top, into the CS sunlight. Enjoyed the warmth of the poem.
but I guess roses weren't enough...C'est la vie.
Niah
seems to a thing of the past and not
much appreciated in todays "instant"
world however.
Hope you will return soon.
replying too you earlier. My bad.
be back soon.
Kind wishes
LB