He was thinking of flowers and the one he loved...
His first thoughts were of jasmine for her elegant grace
And lovely hibiscus for her beautiful face.
He thought about hyacinths as she was so sincere
Yellow tulips, he was hopelessly in love it was clear.
The red roses he gathered for their passionate love
And forget-me-nots together till the heavens above.
He picked orange-blossom for the children she bore
With larkspur for her beautiful spirited core.
Her lack of desire for great wealth to unfold
Meant he put to one side any marigold
He sprinkled them with daisies for her innocence
Adding some black-eyed Susan for encouragement
Then he wrapped them all up in a very large mass
Of beautiful gardenias for a joy that will last.
©Joe Wilson - He was thinking of flowers and the one he loved...2014
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
He was thinking of flowers and the one he loved...
His first thoughts were of jasmine for her elegant grace
And lovely hibiscus for her beautiful face.
He thought about hyacinths as she was so sincere
Yellow tulips, he was hopelessly in love it was clear.
The red roses he gathered for their passionate love
And forget-me-nots together till the heavens above.
He picked orange-blossom for the children she bore
With larkspur for her beautiful spirited core.
Her lack of desire for great wealth to unfold
Meant he put to one side any marigold
He sprinkled them with daisies for her innocence
Adding some black-eyed Susan for encouragement
Then he wrapped them all up in a very large mass
Of beautiful gardenias for a joy that will last.
©Joe Wilson - He was thinking of flowers and the one he loved...2014
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