Like new love The first roses Seem the sweetest The first flush Of colour and scent Matching the twang Of our heartstrings Beating frantically With new love Rapturously circling Our brain and heart With wonder

First flush Like new love the first roses seem the sweetest That first flush of colour and scent matching the twang Our heartstrings beating frantically with new love Rapturously circling our brain and heart with wonder (This poem was inspired by the first bowl of roses from my garden this year, pictured above!)