When love buds,
Petals explode with colours bright;
Freshly painted, curled up tight
In cupid’s bows of brilliant hue.
Senses explode with lover’s view,
When love buds.
When love blooms,
Buds unfurl in vulnerable bliss,
Opening wide in loving kiss,
Releasing the scent of fresh-brewed rose;
Riding the highs and sighing the lows,
When love blooms.
When love dies,
Petals curl in brittle death,
Fragrance disappears with breath;
Abandoned, rose retracts her bloom,
Beauty folds in winter’s tomb,
When love dies.
Oh Wow, another really good one–seems like I was meant to be here tonight. Lord bless you Big, Melody! love, sis Caddo
You are very good at writing love poems! That’s pretty impressive, not many people know how to express love into verses.
I love how you’ve played with the picture’s design 🙂
Thank you! You notice that more when you have done it yourself, don’t you?
I could never pretend to be as good as you are, that was just a shout of despair, really…
But I can already see the difference in what you are posting – and positive change is change in the right direction, right?