Literature
Flowers of Love
Wish I was your carnation,
a solid red or white.
She admires,
the forget-me-not.
So does that make her a true love,
never to be forgot?
You say she's just a yellow rose,
but maybe my begonia nature blinds me.
Together you think,
like a couple of lime blossoms.
Yet for you I would,
be a delphinium.
So why can't I be your only,
your primrose?
Maybe I am,
a pure white moon flower.
But is it wrong,
to dream of love?
Perhaps I am daisy,
an oxeye daisy.
For I shall wait,
loyal to a fault.
Go to her with my blessing,
so long as you return.
Just know,
I am a purple columbine as well.
If a competition is imminent,
victory is