The Rose
Hark oh! Stranger halt!
hearken my plea,ere your surmised decree
thy callous hand,cease them
afore thee naive,asunder me from mine roots
I, fledgling bud,still to bloom and ripe
to blossom and feed the wind,my luscious incense
soon to allure the sweet birds,bees,flies
and proud primrose,buttercup,camellias, daffodils
shall envy my blossomed beauty
nay! do not sever me from my source
the one thee avow thine love, if gift me to her
I be a day's charm,an hour's essence
she'll keep me hidden in pages so white
forget so long, to show any light
and i'll wither and wither and die
hear me!your lover long not for my crimson veil
still to my roots,present me alive to her
she'll nuture me,so shall I always bloom
the wind rustling my emerald leaves,
shall whisper your voice
the thorns, my sword ,shall protect her from vice
my essence, fragrance her life
and touch,my tender touch will remind her
of your eternal love!
Copyright © Nitika Singh | Year Posted 2017
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