The Flower 13 Wednesday May 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment I bought you a flower. It looked as if I had plucked it Straight from the garden. Red for passion. Red for the blood coursing through my veins. Red for my pounding heart. © Caro Ness 2015 Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...