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

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