I am caught in the clouds
floating over the garden that I have loved before
Each flower revealing its true beauty.
Rich shades of yellow, purple, white, red, pink, green and blue
The sweet smell of its symphony
My floral fantasy
I have lain with a Peruvian white Lily
In the mountains gazing at the stars
As my Daisy plucked me away to her destiny of fate,
deciding if she loves me not
My angel Rose came and wrapped me in the folds of her petals.
But at the end she made me bleed. Oh how I loved those piercing thorns
My Honeysuckle of life is Iris,
the sweet generosity of a Greek goddess as her rainbow pours over me
Jasmine and I stayed in the cabin for two winter seasons.
A fireplace for light
her body for the warmth through the night.
I have fallen for Violet and her fields of intimacy.
Never have I been so loved with true affection of faithfulness.
Her virtue is everything to me.
This is my floral fantasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem