Rose

The flowers speak of an unrequited love.

An acacian heart,
That is mine,
Keeps an iris-ian picture,
on the divine.

Oh Lord,
I ask thee,
Ambrosian future,
Is it for me?

The breeze around me,
Carries along,
Petals of agapanthus,
Where no daffodils belong.

"Cedar, Cedar!",
Is the line at the start,
Ivy, Rosemary, Daisy,
Shower from my heart.

Juniper, that i am,
For you my rose,
Just allow me to be,
At your close.

With that the petals,
Vanish behind,
The iris-ian picture,
In my mind.