Find a modern poem about roses

I put my heart in your hands, feel the wetness from your palm, bring you memories from the heartbeat, and listen to your palpitating heart.

I put my heart in yours and felt my tenderness in that moment of bliss.

Let it be in my blood.

If roses represent love, then I would like to turn into roses and put them in your hands.

If the rose has affection, I want it to express it to you on Valentine's Day.

My sincerest love.

I would like to bring the most tender affection around sincerity and happiness to you for a lifetime, wholeheartedly.

Tonight's bell rings, for the world's lovers to send a new message, tonight's song singing, singing the lovesick people's endless affection, tonight's wine opens, flowing out of the past years of good memories, tonight send my thoughts to the distance, so that you will no longer seem lonely, because you have been imprinted in my heart.

The morning light rises in the quiet memory, dispelling the confusion left by the clouds, and the colorful morning sun blooms with dreamy thoughts, so that this silent attachment, to move time and space to connect us tightly, in the days when we can't get together, let the spring breeze quietly give you my heart, so that life does not belong to you from now on, let the chest rush and jump with me and you, in the festival without roses, let me give you the deepest blessings, may you still be smart and beautiful tomorrow, may happiness, success, joy and health always accompany you.

Modern Poetry] The Rose Behind You.

The sun roasted the earth in a rage.

People curse each other angrily.

The car screamed monotonously and irritably.

The leaves tugged at the head.

You walk with your head down.

Kicking the cans out of boredom.

I don't know how to scream.

Suddenly, you lean over.

Reach out and pluck a delicate flower.

Smiling and smelling greedily.

What flowers? It's not fragrant at all.

You angrily tear the flowers apart and shake them off.

Walked a long way and glared fiercely.

Just weird, a whole summer.

There's always a faint scent behind you.

People say it's a woman's scent.

You are troubled and puzzled.

Sleepless all night for this.

A brief lethargy.

You dream that your hands are full of rose tears.

On Valentine's Day.

You hide the roses in your windbreaker pocket.

Hide in the corner of the revolving ballroom.

I'm sure I'll be late.

Fast three, slow four, and exactly.

Smoke lingers with memories waiting.

On the rotating tiptoe.

Like sitting on the tip of a needle, once upon a time.

We twirled and met and swirled.

Double pedicles and spend a hundred turns and a thousand turns.

A promise like saliva.

It's long been on the slippery powder on the dance floor.

floating in your eyes.

It has always been a flower of the sea.

You're running like crazy.

The doorway didn't drop a single hair of mine.

You didn't hold on to anything.

You hold the broken roses.

A blood flower blooms on the palm of the hand.

Water penetrates the cement rebar.

Drip into my body downstairs.

The eyes of love.

At the moment of opening.

All you're looking for is a straight line.

There are no turns.

Or I'm downstairs.

You're in the same location downstairs.

A pile of ruins.