Say it with flowers 'they' say;
but roses have a thorny stem
which by chance may pierce tenderness
and if I gave her ivy
she would think me a strange, clinging vine
or perhaps some buttercups,
all too yellow to express blue,
well perhaps a sunflower?
No too blazon, reaching, tall.
A primrose! No too neat and sweet,
ah yes a daisy,
no too common, found on many paths
perhaps misconstrued.
Did He make a flower for you?
Well yes He did
but it is too beautiful to bloom.
Perhaps... If I gave her the moon?
Give her love, that's the answer. Delightful poem, simply delicious. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
The moon! (its beyond reach, except for those who dare to dream!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David this is a very lovely poem. The gift, as I see it, is in your giving so much loving thought to choosing a flower that is worthy of your lady. How very sweet. Thanks for sharing.