A gift that I chose for my lover
Displayed in a vase that she keeps by the bed
While she is displayed on the cover
The flowers are virginal pure as the snow
My love though is filled with desire
The beauty displayed by the blooms and her form
Seem quite certain to set me afire
I'll pluck my fair lily, the rose of my heart
And place her alongside my bed
For though I can't touch her I know she is mine
The flower I grew in my head
In a list
Please tell me what you think
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A most magical write filled with everything beautiful, touching, and tender...the scent fills my head..
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Jeff - no. I'm afraid not.
The sentiment is perfect, and the form is good, but the last line is just pure bathos. The idea of a flower growing in your head - sorry - doesn't work, because of the visual image it conjures up.
I know what you MEAN. You mean it grows in your mind (your thoughts) or your emotions (your heart). Either one of those would have worked 100%, but not without re-jigging the entire last stanza, I can see that.
Sorry - maybe I am in a mean mood today, but I think you could have done better, bro, and I'm enough of a bitch to say so in public this time.
Hugs anyway, and a bunny for the sentiment and the effort,
M
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Ah..what a scenario you brought with your so beauriful poetry..I love the sweetness around..well done my friend...
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Thanks so much for this lovely piece.
It has made me smile. You have touched my dark soul with such a heated light. I may not be there but my love shall remain always within you.
Upon the shelf of your mind
i shall surely wait
in a vase you'll surely find
the rose thats in your fate.
in your life i shall be
forever and a day
no matter what is planned for me
i will love you anyway.
I may crumble or i may die
no one really knows
Yet as i look you stright in eye
passions within me grows.
Thanks for making this day special.
Love you AlwaysTory


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The flowers that I have metaphorically placed by your bed so often are not you, I hope and strongly believe that you will outlive me, and I have no intention of dying for many decades yet.
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I am here my dear as long as I have the will. Sometimes it takes the feel of these metaphorically flowers to touch one and remind them that the love is there no matter whether limbs are numb and unuseable, or whether the hair is gone, or the breath is barely there, you remained strong. Thank you Jeff.
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