The queen of flowers
Unfolds her petals with a flourish
Open to the gentle warmth
Shying away from rain
She shivers from cold
Shrinking from winter
Also withering from summer
She seeks slight breeze
and longs for a mild sun
The early day is her chosen time
Do not give your lover a diamond ring
It would fuel her greed
making her ask for more
Do not give her expensive gadgets
She might frown and say,
‘That was not so romantic’
Do not give her a watch
She might not like the model
Do not go for luxurious clothes either
She may eye them critically
Just try giving her a single rose
Bring out the creativity in her
And rekindle the innocence
It may mean nothing to you,
but a lot to her
Beauty lies in simplicity
And remember! A rose is never out of fashion
It was a sprightly day in June
and a blue rose blossomed in my garden
amidst full red roses
The tender blue rose
had dangerous thorns,
which pricked at the slightest touch
It survived the spring and the fall
and looked as silky
as the day on which it was born
One sunny day
it was suddenly gone
We looked all over the ground,
the walls and even in the next garden,
but it was not to be seen
and we never had a blue rose again
I felt the silky rose whisper
Something to the enchanted lover
And I recall your warmth
As you stood over my piano
Strolled in the patio
Was it your generous smile?
Or your dignified allure?
And your unforgiving temper
With your kind eyes
Turning into scathing ice
Was it your earnest approach?
Pleading for solidarity
Fearful of mockery
I await the click of your shoes
As the rose continues to whisper
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