I walked into a house of green
My eyes slowly scanned the scene
I sighed finding not
What it was that I had sought.
But looking twice and there it was
A porcelain vase of pink roses
I smiled, my eyes blue and bright
At the gardener who was closest in sight.
She hurried hastily over to me
And asked what it was that I wanted to see
I pointed to the pink roses tidy and neat
And she plucked the ones that were fragrant and sweet.
She prepared for me a vintage bouquet
And I proclaimed it better than okay
I walked out the door feeling pleasant and fine
Knowing that those pink roses were mine.
Just a random poem tell me if you liked it :)