MARY PAGDATI


Rose

When you look at me my Darling;
Do you see the lady of your dream or a mere fantasy?
Distant, so far to reach;
Hair falling at the shoulders, caressing, seductively.
Is it the modest tan that entices your lips and makes them twitch?
Bringing to your face a subtle ‘grin';
Might it be the eyes then that have captivated you;
Seeing far beyond, instilling the Christ within.
Cyprus Jewel, Rose Jewel or so I am called… but does it matter?

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