Lovely Flowers

Innocent they look

Love they depict

They mean friendship

They also mean worship

In our lives

They beautifully mix

Rose like is your face

And buds like are your lips

Food they become to us

And also a gift

In their sweet smiles

A nectar they consist

They inspire to poets

And attract to artists

Garden looks green

When comes spring

I become a rose

And you become a jasmine