what tender beauty lays before me
I call her my English rose
lips red like petals and as soft
earthen eyes I could sink into
breathless I look on captivated
if only I could bathe in her scent
lay my head upon her bosom
and sleep against the softest skin
how beautiful my English rose
how strong this feeling pines
at my thoughts into my soul
here is a beauty unlike any other
tenderly sweet before my eye
I could hold this picture forever
and forever love my English rose
Very good poem. Congratulation Matthew Holloway. Thanks. I invite you to read my poem and comment. Yours Gajanan Mishra
Just wonderful... perfectly compiled, cant help sighing...tyvm..karen
Fascinating expression...loved this endearing poem dear poet.
A rose is a rose! Your English rose is a beauty....5 stars
Great beautiful metaphor for your beloved, Matthew, excellently worded, tender touching.5 Stars full for this Beauty! I have enjoyed very much
I am an INTERNATIONAL ROSE ALL COME TO KISS ME IF THE SAME ROSE WERE BORN IN CANADA A CDN ROSE IT WOULD BE CALLL AROSE BY ANY NAAME LOVELY STILL IT WOULD BE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Thank you for sharing this sweet poem. A blessed afternoon.