Poetry

In fields of vibrant hues, they bloom,
A tapestry of nature’s loom,
With petals soft and fragrant sweet,
They dance to the gentle beat.

Each flower tells a tale untold,
Of love, that’s pure, of hearts that hold,
A beauty that transcends all time,
A steadfast love, so sublime.

The rose, a symbol of desire,
With crimson petals, passion’s fire,
Its thorns may prick, but love remains,
A love that heals, a love that sustains.

The daisy, humble and so pure,
A love that’s innocent, demure,
Its petals are white, like the purest snow,
A love that’s gentle, slow love.

The tulip, bold and full of grace,
A love that blossoms, finds its place,
In vibrant colours, love takes flight,
A bold love, a bright love.

And in the meadows, wild and free,
The wildflowers dance, you and me,
Their love, untamed, like summer breeze,
A wild love, a love that frees.

So let us be like flowers, dear,
With love that blooms, devoid of fear,
Let petals open, hearts unfold,
And let our love be ever bold.

For in the language of the flowers,
Love’s whispered secrets, timeless powers,
May our love bloom, forevermore,
Like flowers in a garden, adore.