Craving The Color
Is it and wonder we crave the color
Many angles to finagle our desire, beauty or scent heartfelt softness of each petal
Nothing simple why their symbolic from pompous too bucolic, varies from culture to culture
Bold as gold Crimson luster exudes from a cluster, shared by saints or signs of a devil
Gardeners pay a price when handling the bramble, drops of blood reflect each blossom, beauty is worth the gamble
Favorite tint carries a hint of wisdom, white as purity, mellow yellow brings joy, BIG and BOLD or pastel is soft and gentle
Countless days dependent on the image meshed with chocolates become almost redundant, sinners or winners they are laid across the saddle
Bride and groom enter a room share in the passion, her rosy cheeks polished pink, Piano softly plays "The Rose "
making each feel special !
R.C.