I MAY not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers,
To tell their crimson secret in leaves of fragrant fire;
They plead for smiles and kisses as summer fields for showers,
And every purple veinlet thrills with exquisite desire.
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Very fine. Let my words be flowers. Beautiful. Congratulation. I invite you to read my poems and comment. Yours Gajanan Mishra