Rose is a flower who can devour a shower of tears, and
lap up sadness, returning happiness, and she is an inspiration to I literary
aspirations, as with her, a poetic piece becomes a worth of affluence, as I now
have a wealth of health.
She has stealth in her words, which penetrate my very
being, and upon seeing her sweet verses, I am spell-bound in enchantment, as
she is a sacrament of nutrition to savour, as she seems true to her heart, and
regardless of being worlds apart, she is an apple cart of wisdom, and after a
taste of her affection, I will turn in her direction, and we can share our
palatable oaths with toasts of cheer, and sip the vows of hosts, without the
ghosts of the past, as we will surpass history, and bend on a knee, and pray
for the brighter day of loving, joyful play!
© Andrew Stevenson 29/1/14
Wonderful expression about an English Rose Andrew.
ReplyDeleteGreat to read.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for liking this piece. She is an African Rose. Sadly we lost touch due to her lack of being able to communicate! Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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