To Pick a Rose
What a miracle you are to see
As if hands of angels made you for me
My rose beautiful Gaia my soft rose
I’ll take you petal by lovely petal
I’ll let them fall where love grows
They’ll make more roses there anew
They’ll catch the arrows that cupid flew
A garden to grow more love for you
Copyright © Richard Karr | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment