This is a couple of flowers from my show and Poems for her.
As I glanced up to her window from the street below. I saw a flower standing there all red and full of fire. My love used flowers to express her fantasy an what was her mood that day. This flower seemed as I wondered a strange choice to me. And as I looked up at the window its face blazed back down to me. And then I asked myself what in the world could this flower be? And on this night it was the Tiger Lily all bright and full of fire. That was the one that warned me first of my true loves desire. But if only I was brave enough to venture in the house. What mystery’s lie up the stairs beyond the waiting door?