In gardens of emotions,
Where feelings flourish and bloom,
The flowers sway in motions,
A radiant purple it plume.
Petals unfurl in such dance,
Waltz so smoothly as divine,
Harmonical hues at glance,
As to the great and aged wine.
At night, the twilight's embrace,
Each bulb perpetually sway,
Purple tulips whisper space,
It's words that cannot convey.
Love's tendrils are so tender,
Thus a secret they all weave,
In the tongues of their bender,
Then each heart and soul perceive.
A regal hue each one hold,
A symbol so dine profound,
Purple tulips shine like gold,
Deep in love's garden abound.
Each are majestic and bold,
Soft and blooming on thy grace,
Even in summertime's cold,
It mirrors what can erase.
Each petal, pollens unfold,
A poem of the heart opens,
Drenched in passions of the old,
Sings of a love as often.
For a tulip is so pure,
Thou bulbs in shades are so rare,
Then I say, for you I'm sure,
Our love is beyond compare.