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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS

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The language of flowers was born in the East

and today this tradition still persist.

Having a lack of communication,

being unable to show it on their faces,

the women of the East  created the language of flowers,

it could show their love power,

it could show their mood,

it helped them to be understood.

Once it had appeared as the language of communication

it turned into the method of admiration,

it turned into an art,

this language has become so smart.

In the Victorian epoch

the language of flowers was used

to express the secret feeling,

each flower, each color had a certain meaning.

The language of flowers still exists today.

The one who presents a red rose wants to say:

I love you so much,

I need more than a touch.

My heart is on fire,

I have a fervent desire.

The one who presents a white rose wants to say:

You are my love,

you are my dove,

you are as pure as the first white snow,

I wish our love to grow.

My love is sincere,

I want you to be always near.

My love is stronger than a passion,

a tender kiss will make a good ration.

Can’t help being enchanted by your modesty,

can’t help admiring your purity.

Red and white roses together

say much more than any weather forecast.

That one wants to say:

You are my other part,

you are in my heart,

you are my gift given from God.

If that one hears the answer:

You are my Lord,

then he is the happiest man in the world.

If someone presents you bluebells,

it tells he wants to know for sure

if your love is pure,

if your love will remain,

until  you meet again.

If you are not sure of  your love

and suddenly get cornflowers,

it means your love has a real power.

There are so many flowers on the Land,

  They let us know and  understand 

the beauty of our life,

that  there is no need for a strife.

Even with the fast pace,

and the unnecessary human race

our modern life on the Earth is worth living

with the Greatest feeling of Love.

 

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

flowers

◄ Our life looks like a zibra

I am not..... ►

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Tue 20th Jul 2010 16:18

Oh, dear! You were occupied with others.
My breath is on smothers.
I speak as I feel like to speak.
Forgive my mistakes
A rick of red roses sneak.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Tue 20th Jul 2010 15:48

Awww! Larisa-you are so right! and I was so, so ignorant not to have read this till now-I am being honest-but now that I have read it-and will read it again-it IS-your best poem,if you dont mind me saying so-really lovely ways of expressing love and affection-and hey! no crying-unless its onto one of those beautiful roses!tears of the heart! (theres a poem title for you)lots of love to you-and apologies for overlooking this beautiful poem-I,m going to give my own backside a good kick-sorry darling-speak soon-Stef-xx-(M-xx)

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