The Unsold Bouquets Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the remaining bouquets
the flowers are still fresh
but this late valentine night
they look particularly
bare of hope for a sale
three bouquets on a table
that have become too big for them

during the day, there were
so many of them
one over the other
a city of eager lovers
head over heels
in choosing of the best roses
to convey their feelings
to their fancied

flowers, blooms, blossoms
their grace, fragrance and
semblance of intimacy
won the day for the
hot blooded men who wilted
in the face of transmitting
their innermost thoughts
to their new loved ones

so many of his hearts went
into the girl's when she
acceped his bouquet
so many of his lovelorn nights
turned into nights of hope

now a girl in a condominium
still carries a dream to have
that sweet bouquet from
her secret love

a three-year dream
a bouquet a year
that's three bouquets

three bouquets that sit
on a big vacant heart

longing to be bought
longing to be given away
longing to fill up a lonely heart
giving her life the colours she longs for