Bluebells my flower of choice,
For their smell and their colour,
The way they look in the rain,
Waving in and out of the each other in the wind.
Fluttering slightly at each supple breath,
Clasping like fingertips,
Palms collapsing on one another in the due,
Intertwining during the morning haze in the dawn of dusk till morning as the winter fades away,
Till the crisp kiss of its petals scent pronounce the end of the cycle
And the bluebells fade away only to rise again next April

One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.

In a garden so beautiful and bright
Little tulips grow in the sunlight
Their colors bring joy every day
With petals so bold
In pinks red and gold
And there all dancing in a row
Then they bowed to the sun
Before the sun sets.

Roses are elegant ,
Bougainville are radiant ,
Sunflowers are shining ,
Jasmines are intensely white.

Roses smell floral,
Bougainville fragrant tropical,
Sunflowers are earthly,
Jasmine gives an exotic aroma.

They blooms in my mind,
They filled my cozy oasis,
Leaving behind blissful traces...

I loved the poem that you gave me,
Dear beloved, for Valentine's Day
Oh! My goodness, that was ****.
That was hot, romantic and gay.

I loved the poem that you sent me,
To express your deepest feelings.
I also loved the flowers and the rings,
That you gave me for eternity.

I never knew that you were a Poet.
You shocked me with your lovely words.
You made me happy; it was like we just met.

Love can externalize exceptional emotions,
And expressions that are as sharp as deadly swords.
I also loved the kisses, the candies and the carnations.

Copyright © February 10, 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.