Every petal says "I love you" in vibrant sunset orange Some whisper "I adore you" as each is plucked and torn A hundred loving sonnets Each petal pens amour Dew drops drip with sentiment Fragrant with ardor The heart of every blossom bursts with love divine Poetic beats of passion Each color a new rhyme Blessed be such youthful zeal Sweet bouquets a must, Roses are the fleur du jour while others gather dust.