A rain of roses from the sky above

 

If I were to choose a flower for my love

A rose of perfect form would be my choice

A rain of roses from the sky above

Might express what I can’t yet voice.

I might well choose a daisy with no thorns

I might choose lush lipped tulip for design

But never would I send a flower forlorn

Should you reject this loving heart of mine.

But, no, I choose these roses for your bliss

For Blake wrote of a tiger not a dog;

Yet if I am made bloody by a kiss,

I shall be turned at once into a frog.

The rose with other names would still be sweet.

So, to you , with fragrance I entreat

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About Kate4grace

I love writing and conversation,wild flowers,music and air
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