My Flower
When will I find my flower?
To what depths must I travel,
What heights must I overpower,
What mysteries must I unravel
To find my red rose,
My undying romance,
My longing ever grows
If only for a glance
At my white lily,
My pure princess,
My hearts achille.
Would that I could confess
My longing to my love.
But alas, her I can not find,
I cry to God above,
As tears down my face wind.
When will this sorrowful son of Adam
Find his Eve and ease his aching bosom?
Copyright © Robert Marlow | Year Posted 2018
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