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He handed me a beautiful rose bud,
His face as red as the rose itself........
I know he had been embarrased purchase it
It meant so much,
I would watch the rose,
Not much of a romantic,
A kind warm hearted man,
The bow around the rose,
Was as beautiful as the rose itself,
So young, tender, both the rose,
And the man........
Together, we looked for a vase,
Worthy of such a rose,
A token of his love,
For a special one was needed,
On this occasion.
Far away in another land,
She was waiting to give her gift
The right moment had not arrived,
She had bought him...
A beautiful gift.
soon will be the season
to wine and dine your partners,
Let's practice the art of poetry,
to put inside the card to your loved ones.
...and the bud that before my
eyes became a rose. it was so
long ago and far away, no more
an image but a scent lingering
between sun and moon, sea and
sand, inconsolable tears fall
in her memory
as i have never
loved another as her
what will comport me
now that she lives in the waves
the rose, the cause of the tears,
footprints on the sand,
memories of a hand....
Scent now diminishing,
Let us walk on........
along the forgotten strands of lover's lullabies
softly exchanging sighs
and wondering how this rose
destroyed our alibis
the thorns on the rose,
We walk hand in hand
Remembering the words
From so long ago
Our lives are the roses
And loves are the petals,
And life blossoms,
When the love settles.
alas a petal has fallen of it's own accord
the whisper of the wind the only reminder
once again I am caught reveling in the past
a single petal to accuse me
petals now falling everywhere,
A reminder of the past,
Of what could have been,
accusations in the air,
Words in the wind
Making haste, I went fast
Never seen, the year go past
We had some fun, a real blast
Valentines soon, alast
How many valentines?
I can't say,
The rose I give,
Doesn't last a day!
and as the years slip slowly through my hands
i trace your face often in the soft white sands
but wonder if the memory is more what i want you to be
and less of what you were in reality
and here i offer my rose to the memory of you
and pray that one day we can start anew
with you being just who you are
without memories faded by distances far
no longer feeling the need to trace your face in the sand
i will trace your face with the touch of my hand
the rose may symbolize the beauty of love
but if it wilted as quickly what would we have?
just another faded memory lost in the sands
would we ever be able to keep holding hands?
give me a tree that will last through the years
so we can measure our love, our laughter our tears
it can reflect the passage of time spent together
symbolizing a love that will keep growing forever
our grandchildren can find comfort under our tree
and learn that the most precious in life is free
it comes to those who take the time to share
it comes to those who truly and deeply care.
I never noticed or documented the time or the place
When I stopped seeing anything else but your face
each time my mind wanders from conversations with others
not differentiating between friends, family or lovers
I see you in empty rooms and at an over-crowded show
At bus stops, in hallways – wherever I go
I whisper your name but you don’t seem to hear
I call out in my sleep – but I know you’re not near
The conversations we had I replay over and over again
Trying to relive the happiness and drown out the pain
I keep telling myself what a fool I have been
But I cannot block out what my heart has seen
So I live in a world where your face takes precedence
Over everything else that seems to make sense
And I wonder if you ever call out my name
And when closing your eyes do you play the same game
Or have you long forgotten the “we” that once was
Made way for real people or replaced just because
Love has a natural course that it follows
And once its over there will be no tomorrows
And someday I’ll close my eyes and you’ll be gone
But until then the memories linger on
And your face is with me wherever I go
But your body and soul left a long time ago.
has nobody else felt the need to write
or do you all prefer to fight
love is so personal but just add a line or too
tell us what love really means to you
if i made a hub with poems of love
basically the same as the ones above
would you read them or are they just plain bad
your honest opinion would make me glad
Feel the essence
close your eyes
take a deep breath
release your cries
Feel the moment
The moment of love
Full of bliss
In your arms
I will not amiss
In the night
The winds incase me
Thoughts of you
Foreve embrace me
deep breaths taken
tears now shed
i just cannot think of anything that rhymes with shed can you?
the rose now blooming,
the thorns dig deep,
the memory of you,
forever i will keep.
we were walking together hand in hand........
talking of memories,
I am beginning to wonder,
has your heart been set free?????
my heart will never be free,
It is roaming around,
through the air,
cross the sea,
looking and listening,
and feeling your pleasure,
My heart with your heart,
Moments to treasure.....
Oh - I didn't read the post idea! sorry I will come back and do it again when, and if, we wake up today.
greetings from all corners of the earth,
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