“Pleasures are like poppies spreadYou seize the flower its bloom is shedOr like the snow falls in the riverA moment white, then melts foreverOr like the Borealis raceThat flit ere you can point their placeOr like the rainbow's lovely formEvanshing amidst the stormNae man can tether time nor tideThe hour approaches, Tam must ride”
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;Or, like the snow-fall in the river,A moment white, then melts forever.”
“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.”
“The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.”
“I am the rainbow of love. Even if things get stormy, you know you can count on me. Call me Roy G. Biv, and I’ll ride you like a pony.”
“Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that's sitting on a pile of steaming feces.”