The Rose
"THE ROSE" (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved:
WHAT A SITE TO SEE WE SAY, BUT DO WE REALLY KNOW
WHAT A ROSE GOES THROUGH , TO SPRING THAT CERTAIN GLOW.
IN THE WINTER SHE HIDES AWAY, SO PATIENTLY SHE SLEEPS,
A WISHING WELL OF STRENGTH AND LOVE, BUT QUIETLY SHE WEEPS.
AWAITING OLD MAN WINTER MELT, SO SHE MAY GALLANTLY REAPPEAR,
THIS LOVELY PRINCESS HIDES AWAY, HER BLOSSOMS BEGIN TO STARE,
AT THE SETTING SUN'S LAST CALL, OH,THE GLORY THAT SHE BRINGS,
STOPPING NATURE IN IT'S TRACKS, AS THE BLUEBIRD SPRYLY SINGS,
A SONG TO ME ABOUT YOUR GAZE, THAT SETS MY HEART ON FIRE,
TO ABSORB AGAIN YOUR SWEET AROMA, IS MY GREAT DESIRE.
2014 (c) tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)
Copyright © Thomas Caswell | Year Posted 2015
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