The newly kissed cheeks of the blood red roses waft in the fragrant breeze.
Though firmly planted in brown dirt beds they sway about with ease.
They bask in the sunlit fields of warmth while safely tucked away,
They dance about and chance to guild the lilies across the way.
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This is beautiful and the metre is so sound, it almost marches along. I would encourage you to try this theme with all its images in a free verse and see whether you like it better that way. Just a thought, Christine. Sometimes when something is in iambic heptameter, its beat takes over and the lovely words get lost. Raynette
The Rose; My Flower, you cover all bases. I give you a 10 charles