Love blossoms in our garden
Like a tree of paper flowers
Pinks like the evening sky
Or white like snow showers

We'll weave garlands in red
Gathering petals on a string
Stashed together in papery softness
Without any show and bling

With my hand in yours
We'll walk on the petal lined walkway
Dancing, teasing and laughing
As day turns to night and to day

I'll pick up the papery petals
Grazing them on those cheeks of you
And follow those paths closely
To trace poems with my lips too

And as the light of dusk kisses
The top of the paper flower tree
Your soft lips will find mine
Setting our deepest desires free

🖤🖤🖤

A/N The colourful parts of a bougainvillea aren't exactly petals though. They're modified bracts 🙈
But petals appear more romantic so I called them 'petals' in the poem