Flowers As Symbols Of Affection (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

I send thee blooms not merely for their hue,
But for the truths their fragile petals bear;
Each flower speaks what loving hearts once knew,
In scented vows no careless winds impair.
The rose confesses passions deep and bold,
The lily guards a vow of gentle grace;
In silent stems, our promises are told,
As time bends low to honor love's embrace.
Though flowers fade, their meaning learns to stay,
Pressed in the book of memory and breath;
Their briefest bloom outlives the passing day,
And dares defy the final claims of death.
So in these blooms, my constant heart you see—
Love rooted deep in sweet fragility.