Flowers

Poem about a flower woman I originally wrote in French.

She is my woman.
My perfect garden.
Her carnation petal lips,
Her hands like a hypericum,
Her dress is a lilly,
Her hair: cascading orchids.
Her cheeks, a sunflower,
Her arms: ivy and roses.
Her legs: foxgloves and bluebells.
She crumbles in winter.
She rises in spring.
For now, though,
She stands by a tree
Leaning, beautiful as ever.

Author's Note

Please review, it would help a whole lot.

Reviews

[Victor Warui]

I love this poem. The flow and the vivid description entailed. This is a perfect piece of art.