The essence of a rose still lingers
Even though many have bent down to smell it
The gold still glitter brilliantly
Though it had been spent
The diamond still shines gleefully
Even when passed on from
Mother to daughter from time unknown
Your spirit, never dying, for
With age you spice up like a pickle.
Never doing what you are told
Maybe that is your hold
When you are cold and scared
I wrap my blanket of warm embrace around
Your slouched shoulders to keep you warm
My kind eyes light the room
Make you a cup of warm hot chocolate
And read my poems to you...
To cheer you up, will that do?
Poems written with sincere emotions always have a tremendous effect on any human being as words can even melt a stone like a wax.
And read my poems to you... To cheer you up, will that do? Once again a nice cofee.Thanks.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
R_R its great poetry what..I....call real poetry...no offense to any one there just a personal pref its a gem....so touchy and feely the aroma of hot choclate with the aura of love just wafted in my window cheers an ten