My Rose
My rose your pedal red,
As a lover to my bed.
You grow weary as you tremble,
in your soft, moist ground so humble.
Let not the winds tire you.
Nor the rain marque your spirit dampen.
Instead stand tall and bloom,
as beauty does so rare abandon.
Reach up to the stars,
where fires dance and heavens glow.
Let your leaves reach far,
With drops of rain to slowly soak.
For resemblance of my love, you shall always be.
My sweetest rose, my thorn whom apprehends, my felicity.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I may have posted this poem once before. As it is a personal favorite i decided to post it again. Thanks for reading.
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Comments1
A beautiful metaphoric poem of love using a common symbol. A lovely write
Thank you. Im my own worst critic but i actually like this one. Thanks for reading and commenting Sorenbarrett.
You are most welcome
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