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Will you be my Flower Girl?
Hold my hand softly tonight.
Will you be my Flower Girl?
A garden of magical delight.
Darling Daisy, your skin of pink,
A face of beauty, looking mild.
Shall you come so close to me?
A floral joy to be so wild.
Precious Rose, your lips of red,
Offering love with every kiss.
A fragrant body to have and hold,
Together, a night of joy and bliss.
Sweetest Violet, your darkest eyes,
A look of passion with purple blue.
My passion will call out then,
And say that I love you.
Luscious Ivy, your winding arms,
Clinging with all the joy of lust.
Endless legs of sheer desire,
Loving ardour becomes a must.
Will you be my Flower Girl?
Which bloom shall you be tonight?
Will you be my Flower Girl?
A garden of magical delight.
© Graham
March, 2003
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"I love Graham's poetry, and this one is a lovely reflection of beauty, focusing on the sweetest flowers and their beautiful fragrance of love. He has depicted their magic and enchantment perfectly, using the flowers that are also women's names, conveying sweet beauty and passion within the lines. I am honoured to include this beautiful poem to my collection of Guest's Poetry.
You can read more of Graham's poetry at
Graham's Realm of Wonders
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