Spoken

Gentle as the lips there speaking for
Mere presence ,a precious ode
Deep in wisdom, of a souls whispers.
A corner of a humbled abode

And while ,Alone,it wields a smile
But when it's not, it will bring forth tears.
The start of an enchanted evening
Or A final goodbyes stamp of sincere.

Weather it's love, regret , or sorrow.
On your wrist, your chest or hair
It's refection will remind you,
Of someone's affection, there.

Every language it is spoken
Universally , and " just because"
No better way to express a feeling
Than a group of flowers does!