Comparing love to the flowers in a garden or on a field at the end of a street.
My love is like a garden; each emotion a flower.
For love there is a red rose. That is reserved for someone special though.
The yellow roses are for friendship, reminding me of Andy T., my good friend.
The white roses are for purity. Those days have come and have gone during Senior year of High School.
I have daisies & Indian paintbrushes. I love to eat the honeysuckle out of the Indian paintbrushes as well. It reminds me of my Youth days. It brings back loving memories.
Written by Becca E Henry on November 6th, 2004 at 6:34pm CST, All rights reserved!
Nice write and that garden and how the flowers mean sonmething different to you as well as probably we all have those memories from looking at flower gardens,
Tommy
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Ron
Sandie May Angel :o)
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Peter
Nice one Becs.
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A masterpiece that was written with all the beauty that is exemplified in your garden - outstanding!!
Best wishes,
Robert