Rose

0 Comments

Tags:
  • Friendship

    Rose

    As I plant a seed into the soil, the soil of my unpredictable life.
    Hoping for each seed to blossom throughout the darken night.
    Without the knowledge of knowing what each seed will form into...
    But a rose I wish upon a star for this precious seed to be
    I will pray so my rose will be a rose filled with love and beauty
    With Gracefulness and Charm
    A rose that would be viewed as a quantum characteristic that accounts
    for the existence of love.

    A while It took to search for the perfect seed, till I found the one that spoke the
    language of love back to me
    The seed of desire that will blossom into
    A perfect love for me to call my self.
    The petals on that rose
    Will be the petals that present my life
    such a life I will live, for all I long for is to
    find the perfect love to call my ...
    Such beauty, such desire
    Such sweet scent I want you to hold proudly.

    I will not fear to see what you might become
    For I shall not walk away I will be here waiting for you
    You are my beauty
    You are my path
    You are the rose I will water
    If you promise to stay for a while

    Many roses their petals fall out of their place But
    I am hoping yours will always be invigorating
    I hope you won?t have to say good-bye soon
    For I will hold a promise tonight to watch you grow and to admire your beauty as
    You blossom through this quiet and lonely night
    I will listen carefully and watch your sweet body
    Grow with mine
    I will tell you stories about the nights I spent
    Being lonely
    I will tell you about how beautiful the past nights used to be when I gently fell asleep under the shimmering stars
    I will tell you about the feeling of being loved a lifetime ago
    and I promise to show you my heavenly garden as soon
    As you decide its me who you want to see on to morrow
    But tonight I am here to guide you and I am here to protect you...
    My Rose I wish you would become, for tonight my being is yours to keep...

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    fineheart’s Poems (2)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Rose 0
    Angel 0