My Red Rose
Your softness speaks,
In my garden far,
the wind sings your fragrance.
Every drop of dew that falls on you,
spreads a language of its own.
Deep in your heart, burns a light of love,
“Red” is it?........yes red it is my love.
Even beyond the rainbow of imagination,
a poet sings your praise,
a lover longs for you .
It’s true that life has learnt,
the language of love from you.
.....When I fell in love :)
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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