Quatrains On Happiness... Poem by RK

I bear a red rose, still to bloom
At garden of your shade
Seeking the touch of your perfume
For its scent to be spread
And when the richest empire is
Counting on wealth unmade
It wreathes a tulip to an iris
Never do they fade...

I see a heaven, still to be
At shelter of your sky
Built by the jewels of eternity
For souls to purify
And there the Gods have oracled
Of earthly paradise
With love, magic and miracle
From vision of your eyes...

I seek a solace, still to find
At sweetness of your face
Bringing my perfect peace of mind
For your smile to be traced
And when with prayers of tomorrow
The angels fail to bless
It seeks the blank of such sorrow
To fill with happiness...

I write a poem, still to rhyme
At the book of your pages
For here the words are spelt by time
Written for all the ages...

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In the form
Of things to be
A freedom will still
Make no sound to lips...
I present nothing
Except for
That faith...

To my beautiful...