FLOWERS OF LOVE
Love is like a bouquet of flowers,
So many different hues,
Lovely and soft,
Each petal brand new.
They must be treated delicately,
For the stems will break,
These are needed to be strong,
Or any strife they can't take.
Each day opening up a little more,
With the warmth of the sun,
This is how a true love,
Will have begun.
In time the fields are full,
Overflowing with beautiful flowers,
Softly flowing back and forth,
Gentle summer showers.
This special thought, I send you,
For all the world to see;
Just a little memo
Of what you mean to me.
Your kindness and your gentle tone
With me you always share.
I know within your loving heart
That you for me do care.
And though, I don't say it often...
I Love You all the time,
So now I'm asking simply....
Won't You BE MY VALENTINE?
I thought I knew what beauty was.
The soft perfection of a rose,
Petals of silk, kissed by the early dew.
The warmth of the morning sun,
The gentle shades of pink and blue.
A tender kiss to start the day.
I thought I Knew what happiness was.
The sound of a child's laughter,
At a butterfly floating by.
A wish you make on a falling star.
As it shoots across the midnight sky.
I thought I knew what passion was.
The red and orange of the setting sun.
A fiery passion that lights the sky,
Just as the moon begins her gentle rise.
And cools the flames with silent serenity.
I thought I knew what love was.
Then I met you.1 2