I walk among the roses
glistening with morning dew
and as I talk to the roses
I'll tell them all of you.
The red rose that says. 'I love you'
a love that we must hide.
Yellow roses can express our joy
another secret kept inside.
A white rose says, 'You're heavenly'
and this I know is true.
But its the desire of coral rose
I want most to send to you.
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And if teardrops water roses
then my garden's watered well.
For each rose holds a teardrop
from this story that I tell.
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As I move throughout my garden
each flower shares it's voice,
telling it's own meaning,
offering me a choice.
Tulips and carnations,
as a red rose, say, 'I love you'.
But the violet's 'affection'
I send across the miles to you.
this is an awesome poem, you're so talented.