Hark! thou art in this momment,
Dancin' in love and merriment,
On the bosom of a lone land,
When my life in such a futile sand,
Trying slowly to commence
All its worries to condense
Oh! wilt thou bloom in my garden;
To bring that glorious spring
Unto my life this time, 's if Eden.
Beloved! singest thou a love-song
To ease all my woelful burden.
Lo! roses bloom on our bosom,
But we're loved by only some
And then in dreams we breathe in
Until they erode all our corlas in vain.
Oh! 'tis a new dawn; so be close!
As thou art an 'innocent rose'
Let thy love solace all my woes! ! ! !
That was a very great wonderful poem i lvoed it wiht all my heart
beautiful poem about the innocent rose. so lovely will she bloom in your garden
This is where in poetry fantasy blows the mind away..Superb write and cornerstone
The icon of love the rose so eloquently used in this poem and the reader is enchanted nice...regards
Upon reading this again, it's as if you're asking your loved one to please treat you gently. You've had your heart broken many times, but with her it's a new dawn, and she's like an innocent rose, blooming for the first time. She's the only one you need in your garden, the flower you'd tenderly care for. Truly a beautiful poem, Vipins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an absolutely exquisite poem... I love how you used much language that not many do anymore, and the metaphors grabbed my attention. This is amazing!