Most people would assume I love roses most of all.
Thing is I love gardenias.
They smell so beautiful as well as look special.
Both come from God needless to say.
However, the gardenia holds more blessing than roses.
Roses have the thorns that really hurt but there are no thorns with gardenias.
Happiness is mine when I think of the gardenia bush we had.
It was huge and the blooms were so plentiful.
Joy is within my heart to think of the times we had them.
But now they are only a memory of what was.
The flowers I love so well hopefully will be on my coffin when it is time for me to go.
Full of beauty and joy to boot for the gardenias will ever be my flower I love.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-1-11)