A rose once blossomed in my garden,
so did happiness in my heart;
sweet smiles crowded my lips;
sprightful dances became a common sight
for, i saw my little rose by the morning light.
she smiled but i stared;
i stared yet she smiled;
that was what we did
when the stars took their flight!
i fed her day and night
and praised her with all my might.
when to the morning dew her beauty spread,
her anger was of the color red.
she shone as i already said;
a rose, very red.
we watched each other's face,
wished i belong to her race!
her bright petals warmed the sun,
her thorns, the silence pierced!
for her, it was all but fun;
joy in my heart she spun.
the colors of my garden seemed to fade,
when on my rose, my eyes i laid:
i watched the power of beauty being made!
with her days numbered,
her beauty lingered.
death, his chariot, he rode;
as a cold wave, he flowed.
as if touched, she stood still!
drained into eternity, until!
my heart tightened her rein;
caught my rose, fresh and green;
she shows her pride but in my heart;
we never wish to be apart!
here, to my garden i go,
another rose!
a fresh start!
beautiful poem that keeps the heart smooching, wecome more, thanks
her thorns, the silence pierced! Old fashion roses revive themselves every year.. And their scent is wonderful.. lovely poem. ColinJ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Sneha John. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.