Poetry and Ideas for Tussie-Greetings You are welcome to copy/paste anything from here that will help you with the message you want to send. You can choose some of this poetry, but be sure you have chosen the herbs that best express your thoughts and feelings towards the purrson. Exp: I send these herbs and flowers wrapped up in a pink satin ribbon to convey the wishes of my heart. Here is a touch of Angelica, a small bit of Chickweed, and a single Red Rose, all surrounded with a good lot of Catnip to let you know how I feel. Happy Birthday! I put together this little bouquet, To make you happy on your special day. I picked a bit of Angelica, Added a touch of Dill. I laced it with some Lady's Mantle, And put some Parsley 'round for frill. I found some pretty pansies, tucked them with some Marigolds. Then I wrapped them all in lace, and a purrple ribbon that holds. Please accept this with my warmest wishes, May your day be merry and your cake delicious ;) Sweetheart Roses are red, Violets are blue. The language of flowers, Says I love you! Wishes made A dream, a prayer, a wish come true. Of love's heart it asks of you. To take a chance on wishes made. Join the dance of life's parade. I wish for you Forget-Me-Nots, Chamomile for which I sought. Add a touch of Clover forever true, and Chrysanthemums just for you. Sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close me eyes and sigh. I'm going to love you until I die Until we both break down and cry. I'm going to love you... Until the fear in me subsides. Winter in My Garden I'm cold. My paws tingle tiny ice needles. Numbness Why can I only feel pain? I draw in a breath. Thin, frozen air meets my tongue. I feel my heart glaze over. I step I stumble Where are the roses? I can't see. Traces of wilted petals in the snow. Claws scrape the surface of the well. No wishes. It's a cold winter night in my garden. (Suggested herbs:Calendula, Elder, Fennel and Lily of the Valley) There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir Psyche, Edgar Allan Poe Its garden, too, glowed with flowers: hollyhocks had sprung up tall as trees, lilies had opened, tulips and roses were in bloom; the borders of the little beds were gay with pink thrift and crimson double daisies; the sweetbriars gave out, morning and evening, their scent of spice and apples Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. Kubla Khan, S.T. Coleridge Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~