A Valentine's Bouquet

There must be fifteen purple roses
Nestled neatly into that vase.
Matured and fat, the deep, wide petals
Open upon each other layer over layer,
The moss green stems trimmed slimly,
Soft to the touch, free of harsh thorns.

They contrast sharply when added to
The bright, freckled white lilies,
A few still closed in tight bulbs,
Creating a clean canvas for colors.
The few spread flowers flow, pointing,
In many different directions.

Voluptuous pink peonies are crowded in
Fighting for space and water.
The ample blossoms in faded cherry
Seem to infringe against the clear glass.
The misshapen blades draw the eye,
Daring it to find the center.

Last to enter the tall crystal holder,
Are sunshine shaded daisies.
Like melted butter, they blend in
And compose the bouquet with
An even blend of colors
Fitting for any Valentine.