This poem is my take on how deep the roots of love are for both youthful love and for those who have been love for a very long time.
A rose grows from my heart. Its roots run deep into my veins. Its petals of golden crimson Bring pleasures to my being. Its stem of thorny spears Calms my many fears. Protects my soul from temptations, No need for explanations. Ravishing its fragrance. Intoxicatingly divine. As from the pages of Genesis Drifts far into my senses. The beauty of a rose. Likened to Juliet’s prose, Savors romantic favors In multitudes of flavors. Likened to new found love Awash in blissful lust. The serenity of the aged Who perch on evening steps. Poetic phrases grace The many pages Of the love I have for thee. Blessed is the love that Grows from deep within.
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