How beautiful the flowers, blossoming in spring, and withering in winter just to be reborn again.
How I wish to learn the language of such flowers, and the beauty within them.
Roses, Lilacs, and Camillias, can such flowers express my love to you?
Surely these flowers in my throat shall choke me before I even have the chance to speak.
Oh how I wish you felt the same way about me.
Instead I wallow in self-pity, gasping for air everytime I see you.
Surely, Cyclamen and yellow carnations fits me better.
For who shall ever love me with the understanding of these flowers.
If only my flower language could of been flowers of Roses, Lilacs, and Camillias, maybe then you could cure me of such a love sickness.
If only I knew how to speak in the language of flowers, maybe then I could express my feelings in the
Garden of Words.
-Unkown
This poem I wrote is my favorite, and felt the need to share it! :D