Roses Delivered

Roses Delivered
Is it better to hand deliver roses or send them to her house?

we are in high school and i think maybe it would be better to give her the flowers myself during school?…..cuz i think it would be more sincere if i give her flowers directly on Valentines Day…..OR is it different for every girl?

I think the personal approach is better. Maybe you can go over to her house and give her the flowers as in school, she won’t have any water to put them into and going to her house would show you took the extra time to visit and deliver them (the night before Valentines day so she doesn’t think you forgot.)

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Roses Delivered

Poems Dedicated To The Rose

Scandinavian Rose

 

A poem inspired by my friendship with a lovely young lady from Norway by the name of Celina. It being her ways of the modern day teenager which gave me the idea for these particular phrases.

 

 

 

Scandinavian rose

maiden flower of Norse

pale as soft milk

adorned by ruby’s silk

adored lustful adolescence

desire’s youthful essence

 

 

Scandinavian rose

damsel’s lips of sensuousness    

young lady’s tender caresses

lust’s sweet bouquet

do the scenes coquet

 

 

Scandinavian rose

delicate taste of beauty

as palate of delight

feeds from Nordic deity

in charm of delight

sweet moisture of desire

be mine as passion of fire

 

 

 

Expressions Of Sonadora

 

A poem inspired by young lady of expressions in her face as to tell a story with every glimpse or whim of her eyes or mouth.

 

Dawn rises as morrow begins

slumber of night

still be upon my dreams

as Sonadora with angelic visage

of devious playfulness climbs upon

 

Mane with light of sun enflamed

crimson flows about my Sonadora

as waves in glory of deity

it be my sonadora to glow

as warm as twinkle

in sparkle ever bright

 

Lips glossy in lexis

assert sensuality

as with kiss of allure

acquaints upon my tenderness

Sonadora with delicacy of caress

delivers sweetness of adolescence  

root of mine to awaken as with boldness

my Sonadora’s tongue savors

 

My Sonadora be as visage of splendor

capturing wonder of coquet joy

my Sonadora as child with toy

desire in eye a azure  

delivers upon my root

warmth of youthful sexuality

 

Oh, my Sonadora as Freia

with devotion she gazes

as my fingers dare

upon delicate tresses

of her crown

whilst lust cometh upon

growth of my longing

 

Beauty my Sonadora

be as painting of master

in act of sheer bliss

to be enhanced as

mirage in Sonadora’s eyes

 

Devilish she care with glee

casting stare upon me

as in slide of body or fate’s glide

she transform with lustful malice

descending upon my taste

with desire’s red rose

 

Lips of flower’s intimacy

does my Sonadora caress mine

teasing as if pleasing

while placing embrace

as queen upon throne  

 

My Sonadora tempting with rose

does but permit palate of tongue

to rise as stroke delivered

provoking that I might reach fruit

beyond thus to descend

as feather in wind, fickle in ways  

to my painful yearning  

 

Ay Sonadora bring upon me

to despair as with devil of eyes

in jest comic she charm

scent of mine with fragrance

of her rose’s perfume

 

My Sonadora’s rose

have way upon mine

paradise does my senses

fervently imbibe from oasis

of my Sonadora drenching

with torrent passions as all

be wine of my Sonadora

 

Expression of my Sonadora

be as melody of symphony

in harmony of arousing

flashing images emerging

silk skin from my Sonadora

does take ways with mine

 

My Sonadora as damsel on steed

does she turn to gallop

as with haste my Sonadora

mount that mine might

intrude femininity’s passage

 

Deepest of sensations

be our ride in clouds

as flight of rage commences

gaze of my Sonadora glistens

in pride as with force of Brunhilde

does my Sonadora reign upon servant

with hypnotic fashions of coquet

 

Storms of fury we face

with courage we pass

in boldness our crises

do we encounter

my Sonadora with fury

reaches conclusion of frenzy

my Sonadora with soprano of sigh

cries our aria in high

as nails of blood does ours end    

About the Author

My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book “New York’s Opera Society”. My works also include the books “What Should Not Matter”, “Love Your Sister” and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.

 

I need rainbow roses delivered please?!?

i need to find a place that will deliver rainbow roses to a high school on a monday. no later no sooner..a link would be greatly appreciated please :)

Try 1-800-FLOWERS

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