The Secret of the Rose
Rose, a
symbol of
beauty, purity,
power, excellence.
An emblem
of silence,
a tear dropped
brought
her into
existence
Becoming
a lovely lady
remaining closed
around the
heart, preventing
distress
a rare flower.
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Flowers Of My Heart
Enter my flowers
love becomes an open
door
into my hearts way
color my love red
the passion of this
blossom
brings fire to my
life
pink and delicate
this rose belongs to
my heart
she overwhelms me
in the purity of
this lovely rose bud
white
I always find delight
I melt in the nectar
of this beautiful
flower
dainty and yellow.
I love.!
the essence of my
coral rose
a blend of many
colors
so endearing
a late bloomer
yet so lovely
adding to my bouquet
once again I come
to the flowers of my
heart
lost in their beauty.
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Once Upon A Rose
Once upon a
rose
Was planted.
A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.
cling to.
As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.
she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.
One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.
Once upon
a rose.
They began
to pick
at
her
petals.
One by one
they fell
to the
ground.
One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.
Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.
Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.
Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.
Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.
Once upon
a rose.
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Our Baby
A young bud yawns,
opens her eyes, wakes up
from her long nap, looks around
to greet the world in awe.
She must be nourished
daily for her petals to
unfold and share her beauty, glow
in the heart of her gardner
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
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Oh Face Of Yesterday
A vision of loveliness
skipping through fields
of clover.
Running to meet with
me,
presenting a beautiful
bouquet.
A lovley flower of spring,
more precious than a rose.
Ever renewing my heart felt
emotions,
touching me like no other.
Enflaming my spirit,
a tender touch of beauty.
Always proclaiming our
love.
Oh.! face of yesterday
forever appearing before my
eyes,
The love of my life
remaining there forever.
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Changes
Flowers
bloom
displaying
their beauty
then wilts
as the season
changes.
Leaves cling
to the trees
creating shades
protecting from
the scorching
sun.
Snow lying
on the ground
glistening in
the moonlight
such a lovely
aura
as it warms
melting.
A love so warm
and passionate
cools with time.
Life is ever
changing
always revolving
from hot to warm
then cold.
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Come My Butterfly
Come!
my butterfly
spread
your colorful
wings
fly
to me.
light on
my
flower petal
let us
bathe
in the
nectar.
Come!
my butterfly
let us
share
dreams
until they
become
one.
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Tears of joy...
Perfume of tenderness
Soft hugs of kindness
Lips filled with honesty
A heart of loyalty
A brain of integrity
A voice of romance
Her Words exhilarate
That's the flower I hold
One that's very rare
With beauty that matches
Angels in the sky
Her beauty within
Matches yellow roses
Found in paradise
As beauty within
Wets my cocoon of life
Gladness slaps my face
Knowing the flames of love
Burns in my flower's heart
Gives gratification
Which makes me cry
Many tears of joy
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My Flower
Enter my sweet one
love becomes an open
door
my heart awaits you.
Once again I come
to drink of your sweet
nectar
flower of my heart.
A lovely red rose
holding fast to a
trellis
never letting go.
While my love remains
you are my flower of
love
passion of my life.
I long to hold you
carress you so gently
touch your handsome
face.
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Fields of Heather
If you ever go to Scotland
on a summer day,
You'll fall in love with Heather,
Heathers blooming along the
bay.
Raising their tiny heads to
address the day,
You won't believe their beauty,
They will take your breath away.
This is a magical time, Heathers
growing wild and free,
Looking at a field of flowers,
Captivated, by their beauty.
Delicate tiny bows, catching in
the wind,
They color the landscape, lovely
blossoms blend.
Heathers hues beg our attention,
From Pinks to firey Reds,
God smiled on the appearance,
Of her beautiful flower beds.
Fragrance of Honeysuckle,
The sweetness of the Rose,
Fill the air with promise,
As Heather puts on her pose.
Petals softly speak, of luck,
And good cheer,
She'll return again, in the
coming year.
Heather, is my namesake,
I am proud to say,
Long ago, and far away,
My father fell in love with.
HEATHERS
On another summer day.
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Why Roses Have Thorns
Of all the flowers I've ever seen,
The lovely rose holds the most mystery.
Almost queenly in majestic beauty,
A thing of perfected artistry.
It comes in so many varied colors,
Its fragrance unique among all flowers,
A floral gem you'd enjoy for hours,
An exquisite rose is the flower of lovers.
But like a lady of wondrous charm,
Such beauty can cause a little harm.
The rose has thorns that make one bleed,
And hurts the hand that crushes it.
Some women like the rose have thorns,
When in their hearts true love is born.
The love you pledge do not forfeit-
A woman can bleed your heart....
and
crush it.
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Prose to a Rose
Such A flower is the rose
Its colour bursting red
Such a flower if the rose
The flower of passion the poets often said
I could gaze upon its beauty
And not lift thine eyes
And when it closes its petals to go to sleep
A tear of sadness rises in my eyes
Such a flower is the rose
For it reminds me of you my dear
When ever I gaze upon a rose
It makes me wish you were here
Its petals are soft as thy skin
The colour like your lips
Its fragrance is sweet and pure
Like the flavor of your kiss
Such a flower is the rose it beauty
Has been endless through out time
And when ever I see a rose be reassured my love
You are for ever on my mind
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Endless Possibilities
A hearts door
once closed
refusing
entrance
For many
years
remaining
as so
Somehow you
appeared
with the
key
Offering your
love
with endless
possibilities.
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Promıses
four white stallions galloped
across the landscape
In tow a lovely lady riding
in a make-believe carriage
The day was filled with promise
Promises for a better tomorrow.
Suddenly the horses became
annoyed
Refusing to yield to the lovely
lady holding their reins.
Her task at hand, corral their
energies
And so she did.
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The Essence Of You
In the
gallery
of my
mind,
I ponder
your
existence.
Such a
gentle
breeze,
on a warm
spring
day.
A fresh
breath
of air,
softly
kissing
my lips.
A lovely
flower,
one in
my bouquet
of life.
full of
promises.
Fulfilling
my every
dream.
with sweet
thoughts,
until I
melt into
your nectar.
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Promises For Tomorrow
The winds
of time
kept
catching
your
sweet
word s.
Blowing
them in
my
direction.
Filling
my heart
with
promises.
Promises
for
tomorrow.
This
heart
began to
surrender.
waking up.
so alive
and
passionate.
waiting
for you
to
invade
my
dreams.
yearn ing
to lift
you into
my
cradle
of
love.
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Can I Forget You?
When I can no longer
depend on my muse
to guide heart and hand.
Pen and paper lying
beside me, not a word
forth coming.
Paper turning yellow
with age, my eyes close
for the last time, I
breathe my final breath
can I forget you?
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Puddles
Puddles
are everywhere
the rain continues
to flood the green
valleys.
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Flower of Delight
Enter my flower
love becomes an open door
into my hearts way
Once again I come
drinking in your sweet nectar
flower of delight
Color my dreams blue
enter my lovely flower
in the morning dew.
I melt in nectar
of this beautiful flower
she overwhelmes me.
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One Rainy Night
One night
the sky began
to darken
thunder crashed
lightening
flashed
the wind blew
violently
disturbing the
calm.
Within a heart
was being
twisted
tearing apart
too many clouds
too much rain
had fallen
a connection
was breaking up
not to be
repaired again.
When the sun
finally appeared
it was late
the damage had
already taken
place
No, nothing would
ever be the same.
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