rose…. poem # 5
May 26th, 2008 by geraldjosephROSE
You may have
the thorns
that may hurt me
when I touch you.
But I will hesitate
to hold you
As a sign of my
undying devotion
to the beauty
that captivates me
My hands may bleed
but it doesn’t matter,
As long as I feel
your touch and caress
flowing with my
emotions
My heart is as scarlet
as your petals can be
Signifies the love and respect
that I can offer
endlessly.
Together we can plunge
into unison,
Widen the horizon
of passion and intimacy,
You denote a wonderful flower
that blossoms my naïve life
into eternity
You bring aesthetics to my dull world
For I am like a grass
trap in the wilderness
Wanting for some kind of beauty
to take place…
Rose,
my sweet, gorgeous rose
Now is the time
for the magic to
Unfold.