Throwing Roses: A Poetic Overture of Love and Seasons

Cast a rose from yonder window's verdant embrace,
Fill my heart with radiant light, a love's grace.
I approach your door as a season in its prime,
Clouds in my eyes, dew-kissed hair, marking the time.

You, a rose unfurling, petal by petal, in bloom,
I bring forth spring's embrace, love's sweet perfume.
Having traveled distant roads, dust upon my feet,
I bear songs, a gift from the elements we meet.

With a weighty burden, trembling in transparent drops,
Each blade of grass bows beneath morning's clover-tops.
For you, geraniums glide down from the lofty trees,
Carnations, jasmine, lilies, borne by gentle breeze.

From your lips, a bird's melody takes flight,
Your eyes, daffodils, in my heart's garden of light.
Kisses descend like morning's soft purple haze,
As you toss a rose, igniting dawn's fiery blaze.

Thus, my heart is alight, bathed in love's gentle gleam,
As I enter your world, like a passing season's dream.
Clouds in my eyes, dew-kissed, I dare to declare,
With each rose you cast, love blossoms in the air.