My Everlasting Flame
Words by: Arthur Vaso
Excerpt from his poem entitled: She
Red, the vibrancy of the rose, hidden. The little garden smiles after the rain,
filled and full of compassion she is my sanity in a world that has gone insane.
She is my sunrise when sunsets are only,.. Flames !
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A beautiful sunset flames the horizon but all I do is think of her
the way her fairy red hair glows in an evening's flaxen copper light
The water feels calm and the trees rest easily upon this peaceful earth
but all I want to do is run my fingers through her curls when she smiles !
She sits on a wicker bench, a red rose posed in beauteous charm
scented softly like the gardenias that surround my happy garden
lost in the petrichor that arises after a long awaited rainfall
all I need is to be close to her, closer than the breath of her skin
With a touch barely there the sun rises upon her ivory shoulder
the Flames I've known yesterday can never compare
to this gentle Rose who speaks only the language of love to me
She is sunrise and sunset,... my everlasting Flame!
By: Mystic Rose
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