At dawn the flowers are crying with eyes of love waiting for your smile to touch them with your heart.

The fields of meadows are dancing on the dew of kisses as the morning rain meets the sun and exhales.

Singing with each petal the rose announce the spring with each note from the night's dream of love.

Hearing the whispers of carnations, a rose of love is birthed in the eyes of newlyweds when they smile.

The delicate touch of the jasmine's scent propels the tiger lilies on an eternal journey of night kisses.

With the honeysuckles seducing the sunflowers with streets of aromas, they encounter secrets of tears.

Holding the wings of the birds' songs, the rain washes each note with harps playing on the clouds.

Amidst the storms of life, a rose of love is guiding the hearts of nature to everlasting flows of the Nile.

The French Riviera collects dreams of passion as lovers are serenaded on beds of white orchids dancing.

Simulating the Sierra Reef, the treasures of love are chained in still waters that run deep with memories.

Whispering to the wind, the stargazers are gliding towards the islands of lost dreams and surrenders.

A rose of love is formed in the citadel of brokenness that was acquainted with hollowness of despairs.
Seeking the quietness of arms extended the dandelion escapes to the sea for companionship.

Offering stability for it warmth the Chrysanthemum embraces the night with songs of freedom.

Sinking in the marsh of the everglades the billows of love are capturing the seashore with each wave.

Chasing the flowers of eternal affections, a rose of love sheds tears of abduction that brought the night.

Parading the imagination of the rose, it becomes the ingredient of glaciers surfacing the hearts of man.

Looking for direction the rainbow dances on the mountain and explodes into gems of life.

Smiling with the aroma of her petals, the rose is smitten in love with the foreign affairs of candle lights.

Hearing the sound of eyes smiling in the dark, a rose of love seeks music that angels created in silence.

Conditioned to save minds, the tulips are engraving the hearts of man with lovers that faded in storms.

Night dreams are confiscated when the stars are without lovers sailing the rivers of nights in Paris.

The flame of the fireplace is lost with love as the doors of hearts are smoldering in the heat of confusion.

A rose of love flows the height of touches and caresses the moon with bodies of kisses burning in the sanctuary of sheets undiscovered.



Written by Theodore Mosley
June 8, 2015