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Anthony Reynolds Poem
With the beauty of your face,
and the touch of your skin,
I cannot picture you as the rose,
who stares at the heavens,
No, you are the raindrop,
that falls to the Earth,
With every waking moment,
as the rose grows,
It reaches towards the sky,
asking for more,
When the rose reaches upward,
and finds heaven,
It shall open it's bud,
and emanate a smell so sweet,
Every man, woman, and child,
shall open their eyes and look up,
At that precise moment,
the world will be at an awe,
All because of one fallen raindrop,
that brought life to a rose.
Copyright © Anthony Reynolds | Year Posted 2006
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Anthony Reynolds Poem
In the center of the meadows,
On a bed of pure white roses,
Lies a long forgotten kiss,
Since the earth was young,
It has sat there waiting,
When I march to that bed, of roses so white,
I dream that you will be there,
Unknowingly surprised, waiting with a kiss,
There are no dangers, no blemishes,
When I see you on that bed of roses,
My heart will stop, my body will run,
You've waited long enough, wasting time,
I made it through that meadow,
Just for that everlasting kiss,
When it is my time to go,
I want to be there with you,
So I can walk through the meadows,
And never have to dream again.
Copyright © Anthony Reynolds | Year Posted 2006
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