Tulips And Her.
Tulips and her
two lips that were
meant to be mine.
had to entwine
Now both striking poses
of what love can give.
Tulips she loves.
Brought by white doves
from a canvas of blue.
of fresh morning dew.
that met and then knew.
No world would dare keep us apart.
To find home
in each others heart.
Tulips and her.
my heart flips to stir
a soft aching breeze
with consummate ease.
that flower of love
under rainbows above.
easing my worried mind.
A million years of searching to find.
When painted sunsets do blur
I will just think of
tulips and her.
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