A bouquet of haiku

Love is not a rose
Nothing so easy, so trite
No, nothing like that

No rose, red or white
Could ever say what I mean,
What is in my heart

Please don’t get me wrong
A rose can be nice, but that’s…
Not the point, is it?

Love is an orchid
Wild, free, as deep as the night,
And perfect, like you


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