Say it with flowers 'they' say;
but roses have a thorny stem
which by chance may pierce tenderness
and if I gave her ivy
she would think me a strange, clinging vine
or perhaps some buttercups,
all too yellow to express blue,
well perhaps a sunflower?
No too blazon, reaching, tall.
A primrose! No too neat and sweet,
ah yes a daisy,
no too common, found on many paths
perhaps misconstrued.
Did He make a flower for you?
Well yes He did
but it is too beautiful to bloom.
Perhaps... If I gave her the moon?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-or-the-moon/
