Monday, April 24, 2017

A Yellow Rose...

Yellow roses bring with them warmth and happiness, a symbol of the joy your friendship brings to me.
For you dear C.B., I have not forgotten you, your friendship is so precious to me.

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dianne said...

Dear C.B. I see you have visited this morning and I missed you. I have been trying to write a poem but I could not find the words. I hope you like the rose and the sentiment I sent with it!
Much love dear one, your friend Dianne.

Marisa said...

Beautiful poem, dianne, full of sentiments... sending you a big hug and wishing you a good night.

Anonymous said...

Delicate and pretty. I love a yellow rose. Whilst men use their insignificantly short lives to glorify themselves and their achievements, nature indefinitely, and frequently quite silently, glorifies God. I love the scent of rose. Maybe, it is my most favourite scent of all flowers. A woman having the scent of rose would stir some vital things within me. I am quite a tall man but I would probably grow much taller if I sensed the scent of rose on a woman, lifting high my nose in the air. I would close my eyes and dream of love, of being in love. And breathing deeply in, of course, I would feel rather faint very soon! A rose can have a very subtle scent. Some roses have even the faintest of scents compared to other flowers but I am sure I would sense any rose from anywhere within a large English garden. Last week, in fact, I went to West Dean Gardens near Chichester, West Sussex and there were some beautiful roses there. A lovely tea room too in which I enjoyed a coffee and cake. Walking slowly around the gardens and under the covered arches by myself, well, I would prefer company but, it's not to be. Still, nature provides me company and good company too. The sun was out too and the sky quite an azure blue. I liked it. Take care dear friend, C.B.

dianne said...

Dearest C.B. I was hoping you would return, I was disappointed that my post for you was too late for you to see on Monday. I always hope you will return. I have been trying to write a poem but I cannot find the words for I feel I have hurt you. If I have I am so very sorry. I wish my circumstances were very different. Some roses have such a delicate fragrance, they are the kind which I like. I don't like artificial rose fragrance, they never get it right, only the fresh flower scent will do. I like other flowers too, many, but some have a fragrance that is far too strong. Like some perfumes, I only use a little as I prefer a subtle scent. I wish I had been there with you in West Dean Gardens, you would be lovely company to walk with I am sure. The flowers were so fortunate to be in your presence. I was probably with you in spirit as I think about you so often. I am quite tall too at 1.7 metres, I often wish I was shorter. I'm sure the gardens were splendid at this time of year...especially with the sun shining and an azure blue sky. I'm sorry you were by yourself but really I am never far away. The birds are now singing and it is light so I must get out of bed and begin my day, I wanted to reply to your message first.
Thinking of you dear one, take care, much love Dianne. xoxoxo

dianne said...

Thank you dear Marisa for your kind words and sweet wishes. Sending you a big hug and wishing you a lovely weekend!
Besos xoxox

Magia da Inês said...

Passei para desejar: Feliz Páscoa!

Bom fim de semana com tudo de bom!
╰⊰✿⊰ه° ·.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Inês for your kind words and Easter wishes. It was very sweet of you to stop by. Happy weekend my friend!
Beijinhos. xoxoxo. ♥️

samia hussain said...

nice post