Cheryl Mccall Poet I do not know?

Wild Yellow Rose

Tears for the yellow rose mirrors in my heart
cause of the loss of you. Once a year you 
would always hand pick me a wild yellow rose.

With the tears leaking from your eyes
and a kiss on your cheek, I'd hear take 
this home cotton, And remember me.

The thought of you never handing me a 
yellow rose hurts me so, Knowing I got one 
for years has to last through all my tears.

Till the day I see the leaking from your hazel eyes 
as I walk through heavens gate with a wild 
yellow rose I'll be handing you we have to wait.

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Ernilando Tugaff March 8, 2009 at 7:57 AM Hello Cheryl, a very sad but lovely poem. I have also a poem with a rose in it. The Scarlet Rose. Ernilando

Lena Townsend March 5, 2009 at 6:54 PM Such a sad thing to lose one that means so much and the memories they last I know. Every yellow rose a reminder of a memory to carry one through the long days until at last they meet again. Nicely written and well expressed emotion. Smiles from Lolita

Arany P. March 5, 2009 at 8:28 AM oh! thats is so sad and sweet ... lovely write!! ~ Arany