The beautiful, perfect, deep rich red,
A wonderful shroud over a humble head.
Like a ruby in the July sun it shines,
Edges sparkling with golden lines.
The velvety softness of the shroud,
So humble, yet oh-so-proud.
A rough thorny body that easily harms,
Yet so quickly and magically charms.
The purfumy scent as I slowly breathe in,
Smelling so sweet it should be a sin.
I don't want to leave the blissful place,
The scent surrounds me so I'm completely encased.
The musical words of love that he speaks to me.
Is he talking about us? Is he talking about we?
Is he making a promise of happily-ever-after,
Or just giving me a fun moment, filled with laughter?
2007-12-01
03:06:47
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PinkElmo
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Does a rose mean love, or security?
Or is just material, disguised in purity?
Is this a gift, a mere possession?
Have I fallen into a deep obsession?
But all questions are swept from my mind,
As he gives a kiss, so soft and kind.
And when we break free and he leaves with a bow,
I realize the answers don't matter-just live in the now.
2007-12-01
03:06:57 ·
update #1
If you don't like it, please say so (but don't just say that to be mean or anything, you have to ACTUALLY not like it!) Do you like or not, and why?
2007-12-01
03:07:51 ·
update #2
also, still needs a title
2007-12-01
03:08:05 ·
update #3