THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS
The language of flowers was born in the East
and today this tradition still persist.
Having a lack of communication,
being unable to show it on their faces,
the women of the East created the language of flowers,
it could show their love power,
it could show their mood,
it helped them to be understood.
Once it had appeared as the language of communication
it turned into the method of admiration,
it turned into an art,
this language has become so smart.
In the Victorian epoch
the language of flowers was used
to express the secret feeling,
each flower, each color had a certain meaning.
The language of flowers still exists today.
The one who presents a red rose wants to say:
I love you so much,
I need more than a touch.
My heart is on fire,
I have a fervent desire.
The one who presents a white rose wants to say:
You are my love,
you are my dove,
you are as pure as the first white snow,
I wish our love to grow.
My love is sincere,
I want you to be always near.
My love is stronger than a passion,
a tender kiss will make a good ration.
Can’t help being enchanted by your modesty,
can’t help admiring your purity.
Red and white roses together
say much more than any weather forecast.
That one wants to say:
You are my other part,
you are in my heart,
you are my gift given from God.
If that one hears the answer:
You are my Lord,
then he is the happiest man in the world.
If someone presents you bluebells,
it tells he wants to know for sure
if your love is pure,
if your love will remain,
until you meet again.
If you are not sure of your love
and suddenly get cornflowers,
it means your love has a real power.
There are so many flowers on the Land,
They let us know and understand
the beauty of our life,
that there is no need for a strife.
Even with the fast pace,
and the unnecessary human race
our modern life on the Earth is worth living
with the Greatest feeling of Love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
Larisa Rzhepishevska
Tue 20th Jul 2010 16:18
Oh, dear! You were occupied with others.
My breath is on smothers.
I speak as I feel like to speak.
Forgive my mistakes
A rick of red roses sneak.