A love spoken too soon
brings bitter frost to tender shoots
And one too late
heralds the scorching drought of summer
So let us never speak
Let us never meet
And see each other as from the first –
Impossible, beautiful dream
Infatuation
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RED GLADIOLA 
Oh this is definitely my Fave! Perfection.
I’m glad you liked this one. I’m fond of it as well. *winks*