Build Me A Rose Garden

This poem came to me as I witnessed many men walking in a grocery store with flowers on Valentines Day 2024. It struck me as to what a flower really means to be given in a love sentiment.

A Rose So Sweet,

To Stroke Skin of Olive Tone,

He knows how to Seek,

Thorns and Flowers to bring HOME.

Up in the Castle Rustic Sound,

A Garden of Fragrant Bushes Gawk,

Where they wait to be Plucked Down,

By many an admirer that flock.

But to pick from the earth,

A gentle man on a mission,

Must first comprehend worth,

And who is the Real Magician. 

Is the maiden who holds the stem?

Or is it the man who picks to Give?

Who is the actual unearthed Gem?

And what does it mean to let live?

Do you forgive a Rose of Beauty?

For holding so much power in vain,

The maiden recalls the Essence of Duty,

Trusting thorns of Admiration gain. 

Why not make yourself a Treasure Told,

Delight in the Traditions of Man,

Live with thoughts that break the mould,

Bloom thine own Inner-Rose Plan!!

A Rose doth protect and attract,

It’s an ancient code for resilience,

Trust thine own Empire Facts,

ADMIRE: to not pluck the brilliance!

A Treasure found is not a treasure gained,

The gold is within all along,

The mirror inside is now Unchained,

Flirting with love in the NOW.

For love is meant to gain,

A trust that deepens w/ age,

Where no rose is Plucked a Slave,

To be placed in a Glass Cage!!

A man can admire a woman,

And plant her many seeds,

So she may have a Garden: ROMAN,

That lasts long past the weeds.

TRUE LOVE is of Honey Dew,

Sweet and Tasteful like the rain,

Where Two Souls only grew,

A Rose Garden without Plucked Pain. 

Author's Note

Thoughts and feedback of my writing style and what this poem makes you truly feel or walk away thinking.