A rose for my heart to rise with wings
To the heavens deep, where pleasure rings
With bliss as clouds—high silver beings.
The rose's romantic fragrance sings,
Dear as the tune the nightingale brings.
To my heart's delight, its singing swings.
How my heart to nirvana, it flings.
To the rose, with rapture my heart clings.
In my heart, liveliness outright springs,
Like the mountain, whose cheerful height slings
To the sky, where the star of day tings.
To my heart, how fay-like the feelings.
chaeming piece. most times i thing the third rhyming word makes it less appealing, than the second or so, but you made it work here.. good
Lovely, delightful read! I really enjoyed it. Can smell the roses and feel the nature sublime.
A lovely read and a nice present to offer to one's heart...
Light and simple, has a good flow and nice rhyming. I enjoyed reading this.10+++ best regards, jdh
This is a thought provoking poem directing my thoughts inward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet piece..well expressed..