Sunday, January 20, 2013

Randomoldgy - Poems

Pink Roses
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.
~Poem Girl

Just a random poem tell me if you liked it :)