Monday, 15 April 2013



A single red rose

equals a romantic
story untold

a bouquet of twelve

equals a relationship
to respect, reflect, never forget

this floral gift

full of promises
with no guarantees

that will seek to

wake up your senses,
shake up your dreams

be careful though

as you trim the stems
before displaying in your best vase

be careful of those

thorns that will
unfold histories

symbols of romance;

of love and pain,
are embedded within

their beauty

will keep you hooked
into their romantic illusions

wars are lost and won

blood is shed
love is gained

(15th poem for NaPoWriMo)

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