“For the Love of Plumeria”

by Tex Norwood

In gardens of splendor, where plumerias grow,
There’s a love that blossoms, a perpetual glow.
A passion so deep, in the heart it resides,
For the plumeria’s beauty, where true love abides.

Each petal, a chapter in nature’s great book,
In every hue and scent, a breathtaking look.
From vibrant pinks to the purest of whites,
In their array of colors, our heart ignites.

Their fragrance, a melody played in the air,
A symphony of sweetness, beyond compare.
In the breeze, it dances, a soft, loving tune,
Under the watchful eye of the sun and moon.

For the love of plumeria, we toil and we care,
In the soil, we nurture, with gentle flair.
Watching them grow, from bud to bloom,
In their unfolding beauty, our loves consume.

In their presence, a peace we find,
A soothing balm for the troubled mind.
They speak of far-off lands, of seas and sand,
Of tropical havens, both grand and grand.

This love for plumeria, so deep and profound,
In every blossom, it’s profoundly found.
A connection so strong, in the heart it weaves,
In the tapestry of nature, that it conceives.

So here’s to the plumeria, in all its grace,
In our hearts and gardens, it finds its place.
For the love of plumeria, we stand in awe,
In this floral romance, without a flaw.