Whilst English roses fill my sight,
Their pollen perfumes summer’s night,
I long for blossoms, scented light,
A yellow rose of Texas.
Just like a stone I always rolled,
Been loved and left by young and old,
From girl-next door to centerfold,
But none like her in Texas.
Though many leagues of distance lay,
‘Twixt England and the USA,
A cable-cradle lets me lay,
Beside my love in Texas.
Though slowly writ in lines of type,
My love flows at the speed of light,
From my heart via satellite,
Thence down to hers in Texas.
And I, who never looked for sign,
Or evidence of grand design,
Stand awe-struck as my stars align,
With that lone star in Texas.
But what cruel jest, what twist of Fate,
That love has come to me so late,
And given me the perfect mate,
So far away in Texas.
What a great poem. Such creative verses! Good thing the state was Texas and not Massachusetts! Love all the Texas references, yellow rose, lone star etc. Such a lovely poem it makes me wish the outcome was a happy one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted Gary. The beauty of a poem is in the involvement of the reader, and this one is well worth the emotional immersion. Strangely, I served for some time with the 2nd Bn. Scots Guards, and I had a yellow Texas Rose myself. I shared every minute of this poem with you, right down to the last heartbreak. My only critique is that you stepped back into archaic language when we are now well into bringing rhythm and rhyme back to the fore. So modern words are better for the grasping. You need a way to find an equally poetic way to express this verse. Though many leagues of distance lay, ‘Twixt England and the USA, (maybe (From England to the USA)) A cable-cradle lets me lay, Beside my love in Texas. Still a 10 Well done.