To my loving husband
All the flowers I can pick
in a garden or the field
won’t suffice for you to see
how I do about you feel.
All the beauty in the world
can’t be hidden in a word,
nor a picture or a sound –
my affection’s so profound.
So to you, my loving flies
carried on her flower wings,
brings the cups of godly bliss –
that which you and I will drink.
©2020, forestlove
I planned to write a poem that spoke of a message given by a particular flower. That was the prompt at NaPoWriMo web site. You know that type of message, a coded one. Let’s say “Giving you a yellow rose” would be a code for “I envy you”, or was it “I am jealous”.
Anyway, at the end, I couldn’t decide, moreover the codes are not the same universally. The said yellow rose, for example, means “friendship” in the English world, while I have always known of it as a symbol of envy or jealousy or hatred. And so it happened that I couldn’t stick to the prompt exactly, but I decided to write an old-fashioned rhyming love poem. One has to write one of these sometimes.
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