Friends would come
And friends would go
Melody of hope,
Telling me how to cope
Friends remind me why
I feel this quiet sigh,
Revealing my soul’s grief
Oh, where can I find relief?
Friends are not around
And I can’t hear a sound
Saying how this shy tear
Tells me I should not fear
Friends, who are not there
Tell my heart to still care
Despite the darkest pain
There is so much to gain
Friends, never to be found
In the solitary story, a sound
Who pierces this heart of stone
A herb who’s leaf will groan
one nurturing mesmerizing drop of water
rainbow colors with a gleam of diamond on the side
flower petal held her up, loving her, saving her, wanting her
in best way
My love is a flower
unfolded and symmetrical
decidedly delectable.
My love is a petal
seamless and silent
to a touch softly compliant.
My love is perfume
I am wont to consume
when it graces a room.
My love is a vision
of supernal design
who , thank God,
is gloriously mine.
Became distinguished each flower petal,
And with many people they may mettle;
Soil sticking;
Some picking,
Then laid on ground and soon did settle.
Jim Horn
flower petal opens
unfolding a newborn love
in the dewy dawn
8-25-2016
Tear drops roll down my
cheek like a rain drop falling
on flower petals.
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