Best Passionrose Poems
It seems like only yesterday.
Catalina Rose and me,
running past her gardens gateway -
My nose smelling scents of universal poetry!
I would kiss her delicate dulcet hand,
that adorned her ancestors ring.
My Catalina came from a distant land,
where her father reigned as king!
Catalina's beauty was just breathtaking;
The magical drawing on her face was exotic.
Thinking of her now is heartbreaking;
For our lovemaking was like my narcotic!
I was so addicted to Catalina Rose,
in ways I can't explain;
from her head to her toes,
I craved her like a junkie does cocaine!
Catalina had the prettiest lips,
with long dark wavy hair.
She had my heart doing flips,
and I use to follow her everywhere!
My princess is now gone from me;
All that's left is her picture in this frame.
I was glad to share her memory,
For Catalina Rose was her name.....
That of a different kind
A different colour
A different breed
Its colour pure and simple
From a complicated mix of genes
Petals of the White Rose
have never been plucked
no questions were asked to it:
'do you love me or do you not?'
Only one has ever smelled it
embracing its full allure
for others tossed it to the side,
unable to endure
That person also of a different kind
a different colour too
black as the darkest of nights
so very sinful and untrue
Step by step he took
walking through the forest path
until a little shimmer caught his eye
dragging him close by
Both knees on the floor
as he acquainted the pricks of thorns upon them
but for the pain he did not care
for the White Rose had grasped his stare
he lifted it to steal
to keep for only him and not to share
And so the white rose lived
and died upon his shoulder
making the eyes tear slowly,
the eyes of their beholder.
from afar tis a rose in hand
with no thorns to prick your finger
closer this rose is transparent
... made of everything that can not be touched
but that does exist