Laura Breidenthal Poet Romanticism

My Rose

Red dreams, 
Ruffled hair
Uninhibited laughter
Bliss

My....rose, 
And yet my drive
My incentive to love 
In every genuine smile

My rose,
And yet you are my concrete 
I've never grown so much before
I've never delved so deep before

Green, refreshing trust,
Warm skin
Refreshing conversations 
Rest

My rose,
And yet my very life
My desire to explore 
My burning to find Home

My rose, 
My true Love 
You are so much more than beauty 
You are a value I can only marvel
You are what keeps my heart in orbit

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James Inman December 11, 2019 at 2:01 PM To have a poem like this written for me. What a dream.

David William Breidenthal February 13, 2019 at 4:17 AM This poem is touching, creative and simply awesome! I love the style and the lovely words in it. Have a good rest of your week :) -JWE

Justin Bordner February 1, 2019 at 7:07 PM "You are what keeps my heart in orbit...", very few hearts can survive a crash, and fewer can rise back into Love's orbit...you and I have risen marvelously. I just realized, that from the word rose the word sore may be known, as in a sore heart. A rose of love cannot bloom fully without knowing soreness my beautiful Poetess...Justin