Poem: The Rose

Poem: The Rose 🌹

If she loves,

She lives and touches me.

Is it serendipity?

A blossom opens to receive the morning light.

The perfumed aura of delight.

Breathless from this rose in red.

Her sight alone leaves me dizzy.

Perfect, her form saturates me.

The rose, the red, the unspoken, the said, the magnificent vibrant now .

The synchronization of how this came to be.

A magic web of we.

A thread you spin to me.

A heart pulse makes the sound.

A flower in love is found.

The Rose 🌹

Liam May 2018


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