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How could love be a four-letter word but be so complex? It’s hard to describe because it’s a feeling you get, no not just for anyone. They have to be special enough to make your heartbeat faster. It has to make your soul cry for that special person. And the mere thought of that person has to cause pink butterflies in your butterfly. Real love, true love is as beautiful as the pink Camellia. Its light pink hues give off gentleness. Real love, true love is never forced. It flows like a river of honey and blooms in the sun and rain. The Green is the backbone and the Lover. The beautiful Pink flowers are the Beloved. When these two come together, there’s no separating. Only a real and true love as nature intended. Real love, true love is like a white Camellia. It adores the hearts that have combined. For those two hearts are pure with clear intentions. There’s no ill-intent. They waited for nature patiently. Nature watched as they grew from her roots and blossomed perfectly for each other. The energy and vibes are verified by the stars. When two such flowers become one, no separation is necessary. They can only be a real and true love as nature intended. Real love, true love is as symbolic as the red Camellia. Red is the desire, the want that the beating hearts had for so long. The deep desire that kept their hearts beating. The red Camellia blooms beautifully as nature intended it to. The love that sprouts will be so deep and heartfelt that it will never end. It’ll go on for eternity and represent just what nature wanted it to. Real love, true love can’t be found so easily. This love may seem like it’s taking too long but when it arrives, bear in mind, It was never late. -Mia J 4-15-2020 © 2020 Mia J
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May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Camellia
How could love be a four-letter word but be so complex? It’s hard to describe because it’s a feeling you get, no not just for anyone. They have to be special enough to make your heartbeat faster. It has to make your soul cry for that special person. And the mere thought of that person has to cause pink butterflies in your butterfly. Real love, true love is as beautiful as the pink Camellia. Its light pink hues give off gentleness. Real love, true love is never forced. It flows like a river of honey and blooms in the sun and rain. The Green is the backbone and the Lover. The beautiful Pink flowers are the Beloved. When these two come together, there’s no separating. Only a real and true love as nature intended. Real love, true love is like a white Camellia. It adores the hearts that have combined. For those two hearts are pure with clear intentions. There’s no ill-intent. They waited for nature patiently. Nature watched as they grew from her roots and blossomed perfectly for each other. The energy and vibes are verified by the stars. When two such flowers become one, no separation is necessary. They can only be a real and true love as nature intended. Real love, true love is as symbolic as the red Camellia. Red is the desire, the want that the beating hearts had for so long. The deep desire that kept their hearts beating. The red Camellia blooms beautifully as nature intended it to. The love that sprouts will be so deep and heartfelt that it will never end. It’ll go on for eternity and represent just what nature wanted it to. Real love, true love can’t be found so easily. This love may seem like it’s taking too long but when it arrives, bear in mind, It was never late. -Mia J 4-15-2020 © 2020 Mia J
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Often times in my orchard... I see her moving in graceful steps of bellet in a baby pink tulle skirt... The wind carries her from the ground to the sky... Like a playful lover blowing kisses of affection... Her essence is ether...and her heart a lovely gathering of bonded petals... Her bee buddies always seem to cling to her... humming to her tales of colorful lands... She baths in hiding of chilled dew and contours her cheeks in divine pink... I wonder if the holy earth sprouted her or an angel from the sky... for her beauty seems  neither of heaven nor of the earth... Whatever be her origins or her source of grace...the heart reaches out to her in dark times... To lead me to the way of light... Slowly and stealthily through the steps of pink!
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Camellia!
She sang the trot like she owned the narrative, as if she was singing about her inner most secret. -The  lady who lost her lover The place where she met him The Place with the Camellia flower It was a place of summer and ray bloomed while it matched the radiance of the two Paramour and a reminder of their internal chest thumped in unison In the street where they first met she stood alone fatigued with no more breath to give Many nights shed her tears by the Camellia flowers Now the flower leave crumbled The petals showed it's red bruises and falling like the tear drops When will the lover come back to her To the lonely Camellia Flower When will he come back- The song ends with a grasp as this German lady song ends with her whisper To the Korean Trot song of the past To the song "Lady Camellia!"
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Camellia Flower Lady Song
The garden looks lovely at this time of day but an essential ingredient is not here for without your feel for its Gaia It’s not really a garden I fear. I touch a rose and see your beautiful face in the hibiscus and camellia it’s there too but without your gentle encouragement their beauty just doesn’t shine through. I sit on a small garden bench in the shade and I think of the things that we said and the tears start to fall and they just cannot stop how I wish for those good times instead. I’ll carry on tending our small garden I know that you’d like it that way but it will never again have that sparkle that it did when you tended each day. ©Joe Wilson – The now empty garden 2014
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
The now empty garden