Fairytale Love

Many roses were placed in my hands; flowers of The most beautiful kind. The burning bouquet stared At me - piercing into my soul, to tell the secrets of Lasting love gone by. Of gentlemen and ladies, Of days of great knights; tales of midnight walks on Starlit evenings with lovers pressing on – holding Hands, journeying to love’s nowhere, through gardens of Pansies and Daffodils, Tulips and Dandelions, And Roses; where Bluebirds lay in nest and lovebirds Sing. With kisses being thrown along the way, each flower Was a potential bouquet that fills the mistress’ hair With their bloom, as single men walked into being Grooms. Princesses kissed frogs, who felt like princes; Every tree became a mistletoe. Lover closed Eyes, and kissing, they formed a rainbow. Futures were Made by shooting stars, as chirping birds and crickets Play love’s song. The sunrise awakened lovers Asleep on the morning dew, who slept in each others arms, under the open heaven, until the blessed morn. Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis