Jeanette Palomo

Rose - Poem by Jeanette Palomo

When I first saw your picture It felt like I was looking at an angel
I don't know how you call it love at first sight I guess
To me you were a unrimarkable rose that blew in the wind waiting
To be picked up by someone, and I feel that that someone is ME
I saved you from dying anf being mistreated by a gardener (ur ex)
That just didn't care and I picked you up I looked and sighned I finally found my rose
If the rose died or betrayed me her thorns would cut through me and leave me heartless and their to die
I lie on my bed bleeding to death and you came and said I Love You
(I do)

Comments about Rose by Jeanette Palomo

  • (12/12/2009 8:59:00 PM)

    your ending lines and the post script...nice...a 'rose' goes poetic here!
    good work Jean...thanks...10
    read my piece- My Dear Red Rose..
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 13, 2009

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