Tulips And Her. Poem by Kevin East

Tulips and her
two lips that were
meant to be mine.
Fallen roses
had to entwine
to live.
Now both striking poses
of what love can give.

Tulips she loves.
Brought by white doves
from a canvas of blue.
With fragrance
of fresh morning dew.
Two vagrants
that met and then knew.
No world would dare keep us apart.
To find home
in each others heart.

Tulips and her.
my heart flips to stir
a soft aching breeze
with consummate ease.
Her scent
that flower of love
in descent
under rainbows above.
Is spent
easing my worried mind.
A million years of searching to find.
When painted sunsets do blur
I will just think of
tulips and her.