Are golden censors

in the hand of a lover

bringing hot coal when there is cold

healing the past, lighting the future


an aroma of love

calming hearts ready-to-love


Roses and flowers

are pearls and spells

working magics

where words ain\'t enough

hiding all unspoken bluff


A token of promise

to give a loving arm

a wish of luck,

trust and security


Remember these flowers

and answer me when I call


Remember these flowers

and recognise my voice

lest I fall


thou art a smile

when life frowns

and if flowers speak; discern!