Wash my soul in early morning dew from your blooms
May your Tiffany dress, smartly pressed green skirts,
Grace runway hedge bushes of tea roses the world over.
So fragile your gossamer radiance, yet your fragrance
Crafts romance; sheet music sung by memory’s cadence.
At a whiff of your mesmerizing perfume, hearts blossom
The room spins like galloping horses in a merry-go-round,
Frozen in place yet still in motion, enticing locomotion.
Darling tiffany tea rose your blooms; romance in treble clef
Slipping floral notes;
Ideas of romance
Onto your stems,
Your living music staff.