One of My Loves

Roses of a multi-faceted hue
Could never compare
to my love for you.

Daisy petals counted
to the tip of the bud.

Confess of my feelings.
Could this be love?

Iris stems open to purple fragrance.
Yet, my love for you,
simply doesn’t make sense.

Geraniums bloom
then shed their flowers.

To see you again,
I count the hours.

Lavender fragrance
soon to fill the air.

Perhaps in the spring
I shall not care.

Pansies shall peek through
worn-out snow.

As opportunity knocks
for me to know.

Vinca minor shall play a tune
to the earth.

Will bravery triumph
or strike a curse?

Chive stems of green
become purple puffs.

Count you I will
as one of my loves.

Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechler
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.
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Lynn Forrester-Pitocco
Lynn Forrester-Pitocco

Cindy, I am learning how to write poetry to add to my pros writing. Loved this and appropriate for Valentines Day. Well done.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler

Cindy my dear friend your words reach deep within me a story to be remembered and told again and again.

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