"Ten Languages of his Roses"
The bouquet on your side gave me a nostalgic feeling
A familiar emotion knocks when a smile was drawn on your face
And from that moment--I knew everything
I ran to you like a kid being chasedYou whispered something that made me smile a bit
So I freed you from my arms longing for warmth
You gave me ten roses with different colors
And then you moved your lips and said,"Do you remember the day I gave you a salmon rose?
My friends forced me to confess and say everything
But I gave you that kind of rose instead
Cause I know you would understand its meaningI was too coward to say my true feelings
I was too afraid that I might get rejected
I was too nervous that I might be ignored
So I gave you a flower that represents the desire you truly feel for a personBut I was wrong because you let me prove something to you
And I've worked hard for that for years
Until you finally said "yes"
That was the time I first gave you an orange roseBecause I couldn't explain what I'd felt
All I knew was you were the only one I've wanted
The excitement and enthusiasm are all expressed by that flower
The feeling was ineffableAnd I made a confession to you
I was the one who always put blue roses in your locker
I was your secret admirer
I was so good on hiding that I left without a clueBut it was not a secret anymore
Because all the things I did was already known
But I would never get tired of admiring you
You had everything I wantedThis yellow rose is you.
You gave light when I was caged in the dark
You found my lost soul in an obscure place
Which nobody wanted to enterYou became my sun when I was so cold
I almost froze 'cause no one dared to take a risk
But you came and gave warmth to my frigid life
You saved my heart from being frozenLook at this light pink rose that I always give to you
It reminds me of your angelic personality
Because you always show sympathy to others
And that's how my heart meltedThis red rose represents my fond for you
Like its color-- my love for you is pure red;
Full of passion and enthusiasm
Like my blood that once it lost I won't be able to liveI've loved you so deeply down to my wrist
That is connected to my life and when it cuts off;
When our affinity has gone
The blood would be shed together with my lifeThen February 14 came last 2001
And instead of red I gave you lavender
It's because I wanted everything to last forever
I wanted you to be on my side 'cause you're the only oneI couldn't see myself with somebody else
If it is not you then I'd rather be with myself
If it is not you then cupid might have poor eyesight
If it is not you then destiny doesn't existAnd now I want to give this peach rose to you
Because I am beyond happy that you entered this chaotic life of mine
I am grateful you became part of my life
I am blessed cause He introduced you to meTake this dark pink rose
Thank you for giving the light I needed
Thank you for saving me from the ice which myself built
Thank you for letting me feel how wonderful the garden of life isAnd the last is this white rose
I'm sorry if I wasn't good enough for your love
I became a jerk and wasted the love you gave
I'm sorry for thinking I'm a static character in our storyI'm sorry because your love was ablaze
Then there I was building a snowman in the depth of winter
You gave everything I needed
You gave everything you hadThen there I was looking for another garden,
Searching for another flower
Not knowing you needed to be watered
So your petals had fallen and scatteredAnd then there I realized the things I did
I wasn't the one you meant to be
We all know that you are the fire
And I am still the iceThis white rose represents new beginnings
You are too worth it for me-- you deserve someone better
Someone who wouldn't make your heart bleed
Because of the thorns that roses have."

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Chaotic yet serene II words
PoesiaThis is a collection of words I made painted with grief, yet can give calmness; a mosaic of chaotic thoughts that can be a lullaby.