The Language of Flowers
The Language of Flowers: Secrets in Blooming Petals
In gardens blooming, secrets whisper,
A silent language, known to few,
Where flowers speak in nature's tongue,
Revealing tales both old and new.
Each petal holds a whispered word,
A fragrance carrying stories untold,
The language of flowers, ancient and wise,
A symphony of meanings to behold.
The rose, with petals soft and red,
Whispers of love, passion's embrace,
Its thorns a reminder of love's pain,
A bittersweet tale in its fragile grace.
The daisy, humble and pure in white,
Speaks of innocence and loyal hearts,
A symbol of purity and faithfulness,
When love's journey finds its start.
The tulip stands tall, proud and bright,
Declaring love's confession bold,
Its vibrant hues a joyful dance,
Expressions of desire, untold.
Lily of the valley, delicate and fair,
Whispers of sweetness and devotion,
A fragrant ode to tender love,
A symbol of pure and true emotion.
And the violet, shy and modest bloom,
Holds secrets of love that's hidden,
Its purple hues a subtle call,
To kindle flames that have been smitten.
The language of flowers, a poetry divine,
Through nature's gift, emotions entwine,
Each blossom tells a tale so fine,
A floral lexicon, a lover's sign.
So let us learn this ancient tongue,
The language of flowers, forever young,
For in their whispers, we shall find,
Love's symphony, eternally entwined.
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