Flowers

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!