Flowers

One sunny Sunday afternoon.
Someone rang my bell and I checked soon.
I walk to my doorstep with surprised eyes.

I saw a bouquet of red roses before my eyes.
I picked it up and found it sweet and nice.
Who sent them?

I wondered as I fantasize.
Is it a secret admirer or a trick before my eyes?
Or is it from a dear friend of mine?

Often in romance,you give red roses to ask them to be yours.
And so my mind yearns.
Who was kind enough to send me my favorite flowers?

Are there secret messages hidden among these flowers?
And who is sending them at these hours?
I read the note,and here’s what it said.

Oh my dear Rose,I wish you knew what it meant.
When I met her,she was a garden.
Yes,he watered me everyday.

Sunlight beams and moonlight play.
I asked back,did my dear moon get them for me?
Or was it somebody else?

But anyway,I will use them to decorate my house.
Let me put it in a vase.
Come in.

For I made us special tea.
I waited so long for that meeting.
When I saw the rose you made me,my heart skipped a beat.

Even better,he put a dozen on my doorstep.
Maybe you wonder,what do red roses mean?
They are flowers you’d give to a lover on Valentine’s day.

Love and deep affection is what they show and say.
They represent love,romance,passion and desire.
Like when you camp by a moonlit fire.

But sometimes,red roses represent danger and death.
I’m not sure why.
Although,I swear with a red rose flowercrown,I could fly.

If somebody ever decides and goes to get me a dozen roses.
My sadness quickly decomposes.
I cherish every little thing he does.

Like when we laid and watched the stars.
Red roses overtime.
But mine and his love will always be fine.