The mornig dew caressed the blooming rose,
The silent admirer sat still and close,
Wishing it to stay the same way- sweet and innocent.
Maturity would make it wither- the loss of its scent.
The rose made him fall so deep in love
Imagination reared and a new world he wove,
For both of them to live forever,
Where they will not be sad- never.
But just as his heart started to swell,
The lonely rose cried, and withered and fell.
4 comments:
i love this poem... i think it is very romantic... and deep...
we want more.
Interesting to know.
hey was that a compliment??
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