Rose
Behind the line when the sun went to hide
And the moon appeared as a guest
I secretly bloomed at midnight for you
To fly with my fairy wings into your heart
In sweet tune when rain came as dew
I swayed in joy as wind sang in melody
You may take me as your love like other few
But I am rose, like fresh blood I drew the color red
Soft with petals but like nails sharp thorns in stalk I grew.
Reasonably fare I am and bewitching in sight
As long as you take rounds and I am fresh and new
But before you forget your oath and oceans go dry
Cruel I am by going fast to close my eyes .
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2014
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