My true love for Rose
Is like a sweet scent of spring
As I wake refreshed
You’re so beautiful
This cute young bud of nature
Sleeping by my side
What a thief she is
Who has stolen my heart away
This her only sin
How much time have we?
Before life’s loathsome thorns prick
To burst our bubble
That canker of life
Rose petals sinking in mud
Despite lovers pleas
Image found at www.georginabouzyk.blogspot.com.au/
Great use of the words. Clever and creative.Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteTime and reality is the biggest thief in the night...i love the image too - i bet if pressed those roses would last for longer..
ReplyDeleteRose petals sinking in mud
ReplyDeleteDespite lovers pleas
Great closing lines, Robin! When two heads meet emotionally charged there are bound to be trying moments. Rightly so!
Hank
The rose my Father's favorite! Thanks for this one!
ReplyDeleteThe rose petals always seem to sink at the most inopportune times...
ReplyDeleteSimple yet beautiful
ReplyDeletebravo,
ReplyDeletepowerful lines.