Don't pick me

Love can be beautiful and long with the right person

In a field of many flowers you saw me. 

Red and waving wild like a flame. Come 

touch my fire. It was my scent that led 

you to me and drove you mad with desire. 

Touch my petals So Soft. Taste my nectar 

so sweet. Be nurtured, never thirst. 

Let your mind dance in the wind as my 

leaves tickle your feet. Don't pick me.

 Let me thrive in my Earth so warm, 

burrowed like my roots intangled deep. 

Come Grow Old with me till we must sleep.

 In our place love and beauty will overflow. 

On a hill, in a valley under blue skies We'll go.

05/22/10

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Tina. The poem is wonderful. I fell into the sweetness and the hope of the words.
"Come Grow Old with me till we must sleep.
In our place love and beauty will overflow.
On a hill, in a valley under blue skies We'll go."
I loved the above lines. These words. My wish to know. Thank you dear friend for sharing the wonderful poetry for love hope.
Coyote

[Tina]

Thank you so much for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Tina. I loved your work today and you are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely is the poetic expression in this poem. Come grow old with me - wouldn't that be a fine thing if love lasted that long. Thank you Tina.

Chris

[Tina]

A lot of times it doesn't last that long but it's rare

[Chris]

almost a nursery rhyme in its hope and simplicity...

[Tina]

Thank you for reading