Category : Poems

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On my trip to love land
I wondered round and round
The enchanting orchid
As it's blooms blossomed

The singing nightingale
With its breast against a thorn
Seems to call out to me in the twilight
Down the street of Loveland 
With fire flies darting to and fro
And shrubs dispersing sweet fragrances
As the chirping of crickets gives rhythm to the melody

But then I stumble down a lone garden
Where I find my rose
So pretty and elegant
Perhaps the best amongst flowers

Oh you see her flamboyance got me hypnosis
And I could not resist touching
As her sweet fragrance caressed my nostrils
In tender precision
Oh what enchantment

Ouch!! Her pickles pricked like needles
So roses did really have prickles?

Her overwhelming beauty got my heart 
to stay forever in Loveland
And I think I lost my way back to my broken heart