My Salutations To Lovers Poem by me poet yeps poet

‘'Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it- -at last, throw away!
‘'Robert Browning''

The reality of love and life
we come like buds
flowers
fragrant smell,
a rose
then the flavour is immense
when the rose is in her hair

later in library books will it lay
till someone comes and finds it
with a signature
yours in paper mache
then memories of yours
would
a secret remain in books
when one opens

who was she
the poet's lover maybe

Sorry my apology
Sir, Robert Browning