What is it about Camellias?
You either love them or don't.
If the truth is to be known
La dame aux camellias was right
After all she was knowledgeable
In all love matters.
Take the flower itself:
Red you have pure passion
Pink passes as a blushing love
Not to speak about White
Which takes the shades
Of either the virginal religious calling
If not the one of the quintessential death.
Yes, Camellias answer to a woman's destiny.
Now take a single petal
Look at it, don't tell me
It is a perfect love heart
Didn't I tell you
The lady knew her stuff.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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