He has vibrant orange petals.
I would fight
anyone who refers to them as dull.
His orange petals
Are the color of my curiosity
When I wonder what worlds he beholds.
The worlds I’ll never know.
His sturdy green neck
extends to kiss the sky
or to just watch the clouds go by.
Without him, my heart would have no summer time.
I run to him.
my lily white fingers caress his delicate petals,
I admire his natural beauty.
I see his petals begin to unfold
He blooms at the sight of me.
His petals curl back,
creating a boasting stance
His tepals look me straight in the eye
I don’t blink, I can see right through his outside
I can peer into his soul,
I smile, I laugh
Knowing nothing in this world is under our control.
When we are near each other
The harsh, sudden summer rains
do not rip through his soft petals
I don't care how wet my hair gets
after the storm
I find myself dancing along with
His wind swayed groove
during torrential down pours
My smile grows
Because of him
lily of passion,
bloom of the
in ponds of velvet
green the fire
of hidden deeps,
wrapping the opal-like
water into flame,
blossom of cool rose,
tide of dream,
flower of the water,
love, with its
Our love is
the nightly hour,
we rise with the
ways with the day-
break and avoid
Our love is
like the Cas'blanca
pure and shy,
fragrant and sacred,
sea-bound and drenched
like the Mediterranean,
Our love is as
tender as Moon
as courageous as
the moon's purloined
to our paganistic
Our love is
in the dead
and hushed sighs,
of the Lily,
of the ghasts
Your gentle touch
heals like a Brahma
Kamal, purple and
mists of night,
blooming in the chill
and cold, fighting
without a care
but I'm helpless-
and vilely sheltered
like a Pipe Cactus
at the prying
to expose our
to the damning
Soft velvety petals
Against the storm
Entangle her soul
Struggles to be free
Its wrath subsides
And the flower stands tall
Brightest of them all
Wearing the yellowest of bonnets
The greenest of gowns
She curtsies up and down
And turns to the sun
Petals tainted wild gold
Amongst murky swamps
Shining ever so bright
A Lily hurt me deeply
How could something so soft be so hard
It poked and it shamed me
With it's lilac petals and green bone
When I touched it, felt softness
When I looked away, sensed stone
This is what the Spring gave me!
A soft looking Lily
With a penchant for scorn
You, my love, are the fleur-de-lis.
The offspring of innocence
The embodiment of purity
Silk are your eyes
For they look on with such suppleness
The lustre of your soul is reflected through those windows
Fair is your heart
For it reverberates much passion
Much tenderness; much hope
It loves profound
With the suave movements of your heartbeat
Another tender petal falls
A touch softer than a summer's evening breeze
Warmer than early morning's first rays
More comforting than a new-born's first motherly embrace
A touch more hauntingly beautiful than nature's grace
Une petite fleur, merveilleuse et vraie
Fragrance of divinity
Constantly blooming; forever beguiling
You, my darling, are the fleur-de-lis.
Floating green, shiny jewels
relaxing reflection in lake pools
glistening peace on waxy leaves
listening to hope in croaks' pleas
the ancient sound of language in trees
Ah, the serenity of frog stools
and the cleansing of a soft breeze!
Delicate and pure
soft and saturated
she stands before me
with a deep azure sky
beneath her eyes
and an inferno of locks
There is a presence
she holds on to tightly,
but I see beneath the rough surface
and gleam into
the kaleidoscope of her past
shaped of only the most radiant hues
I wish to smell, taste, and touch
every color she is composed of-
for she is a blooming lily
I feel so young and happy sometimes,
When I see, the beauty reflected in you each day,
And when I see you, I see the sunshine,
I love you more than words can say...
You're so beautiful! These summer days are excellent! So warm,
Your bright yellow color, it's beautiful!
Even, when your petals and life fade into shadows...
I am absolutely in awe of you!
Your Soul is vibrant; your heart is young,
And my heart is warmed by your yellow sunshine,
I could go on, and watching you grow 'til life was done,
This Intense happiness your petals reflect,
Like a golden lily in sunlight,
And for you, Mother Nature,
Thank you for this warm summer,
A summer filled with sunshine and flowers.
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