Chris Boskovski Poet Romanticism

To a Red Rose

As I wake to a sunny day,
a crisp and cool day, I may say;
I dress and go to the garden-
ad I gaze upon the beauty,
I see a beautiful gift sent to me-
you my dear, swing thing;
sent down on angel's graceful wings,
to a lovely tune that a nightingale sings-
Yes you my red rose.
You the one who makes my heart sing.

To a red rose,
my favorite of them all,
as I walk in the meadow of love,
no other flower compares to your own
beauty and color;
so pure and lovely
I shed a tear for you
my red, red rose;
so beautiful-
I love you.

.12.22.2013

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Robin Davis December 28, 2013 at 1:07 AM Chris Another lovely and beautiful write. I like the sweetness and sincerity of this one. From beginning to end, its full of love and devotion. Good job my friend Hugs

Eileen Manassian December 22, 2013 at 6:57 AM Red red rose........beautiful, Chris. Your poetry is always so full of love and longing. It speaks to the heart.

James Kelley December 22, 2013 at 6:28 AM This is full of quiet beauty. Lovely. Chris Boskovski December 22, 2013 at 6:30 AM Thank you for the read James! I appreciate it. Feel free to read more if you'd like. :)