Romantic Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Poems นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A sigh left my lips and Flora who was once again making a flower crown paused, "You are not happy." "I just have a lot of things in my head." "Flower for your thought?" she let out a sweet laugh offering a dandelion. I laughed as well while shaking my head, "Have you ever heard of the red moon?" I shut my mouth instantly, what was I doing? But Flora did not seem surprised or even bothered by the mention of red moon. "It is coming," she nodded but her entire focus was on braiding the crown. I watched her thin delicate fingers move gracefully.

I sat up, lifting my head back and wiped my stained cheeks with the back of my hand before looking around the room, my gaze landed on Landon’s clothes folded and left on the chair in the corner of the room, I saw a piece of paper that had fallen to the ground in front of the chair so I moved to pick it up. I bent down and retrieved the wayward piece before turning it over and seeing my name scrawled across the front of it. As I unfolded the paper my heart was pounding in my chest and my brows furrowed as I read the note. Roses are red and Violets are blue Red rivers will run and they all lead to you For the blood of the men that vow themselves to you I will slay each of them and leave them i

"Don't take it too hard. It's been known to drive men mad." "I'm always mad around you Rose. Here—I'll write you an impromptu poem," I cleared my throat and ceremoniously lifted a hand in the air. "Rose is in red, never in blue, sharp as a thorn, fights like one too." "I'm not wearing red." She cocked her head with her brows raised. "Aren't you?" My eyes squinted as the red beams of her aura began to call out to me. Rose hummed to herself, amused once again. "Nice try, quare half."

Although both the dresses she picked out for me were disliked by my mind and heart, The dull color grey, reminded me of the gloomy sky and my sad face. "Can I at least try the pink one I really don't like the colour" She pursed her lips grabbing the pink dress and handing it to me. I wore it and I felt somewhat better. "I don't like it. The grey one is better" I frown. "But mom" She showed me her angry face. "It's not your wedding Lilyan, We are getting the grey one" I clenched my jaw as she grabbed the grey and headed to the counter as I stood there.

She shrugged, "It just sounds so romantic." "It does." agreed Jasper filing that one away. He could certainly do that at the manor, and the chapel was quite a dark room anyway. He would text Francis, his butler. He would know what to do about that one. "Oh, and flowers, cream roses, cream roses everywhere." She laughed. "Just cream roses, nothing else to go with them?" "Hmm, how about violet? It's such a passionate colour." She said decidedly "Cream and violet, that sounds lovely. It sounds like you," he said, putting his head close to her ear. "Calm and then just a little bit naughty."

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Looking at the other side all I could see red, a bright and beautiful crimson. The red roses dutifuly bared their thorns, blooming, seducing; killing as the tiny flower beneath it spread its' poison without even touching enemy-anemone is poisonous even without him tampering with it, but letting it spread poison is even quicker than letting it work the normal way. Camelias bloom, beautifully but oh so silently, creating a wall none of the frights can cross. And if it tries, grabbing and biting, it chokes, as ranunculus slowly, discreetly tempers with it's nerves, driving it mad.

“I…shame if you…read it straight.” "Never mind, I can't wait to read it." Violet quickly took the greeting card tucked into the bouquet of flowers, reading it silently with a floating smile. “You have to promise me never to sulk again. If you ever cry again, then the violets I gave you are not very suitable for you. Because your very beautiful name fits perfectly with the beauty of the Violet flower. I love you, Violet." After reading it to the end, Violet smiled even more as she picked up a single Violet flower, inhaling its aroma with pleasure.

Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would kill you in seconds, and Luna Magnifica, pure white blooms as bright as the moon itself. It was a tranquil scene and the sounds were so peaceful I found myself dosing off. Soon I was dreaming, a long-forgotten dream from my childhood. A red wolf face near me its eyes locked on mine. I was afraid, but it seemed to be pleading with me. It wanted me to do something...

He cut a Rose gently in a manner it could grow again , turning to Violet . “ The rose is beautiful” she commented inhaling its lovely scent “ Look at all the flowers here Violet,you are more beautiful ” Rodney complimented while she blushed “ stop teasing me ” Violet warned hitting his shoulder playfully “ i ain't teasing you Rosie ” he said to Violet as he pulled her to himself “ Stay still ” he said in her ears slipping the little flower in her hair , wrapping his hands around her waist ,he had always wanted to do this for ages and now was the chance to do this .