Carnations

I started out to water the plants, 

When something caught my eye, 

It was blossoming, just like a rose, 

But did not seem to apply. 

As I moved closer, closer, and closer, 

I noticed it was red, 

I smelt a scent, a kind of perfume, 

Laying on the flower bed. 

It was a red carnation, 

Smiling at me to pave way, 

It was shaking its sepals, 

As if it had something to say. 

It was a symbol of love,

 The red bloom was a true memory,

 It was filled with affection to my eyes, 

And it was a great treasury! 

Later, I sat on the bed,

 After a good scolding for my dream, 

When I thought about those flowers, 

My body felt like cream. 

Those flowers had an impact on me, 

They stayed in my brain for long, 

They were my ultimate source of pleasure, 

They made me feel happy prolong!