Carried by passion to watch and see
Hundreds of beauty but only to thee
Albeit their charisma I could never flee
Rare is your beauty, I could fall on my knees
Instead of digging deeper to the ground
Treasure so priceless in you I have found
Yajna I would offer just to feel her around.
Just as you are an inspiration
Overjoyed I am to read your passion
Yearning to see each beauty in a poem.
Believe it or not, you are such a wonder
Endearing heart you have that goes far yonder
Lightening the load of a broken heart
Leaving no scar that could tore him apart.
19 November, 2009
Ode to the Blue Rose
Posted by Mike at Thursday, November 19, 2009
Labels: new horizon, random poetry
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2 comments:
The blue rose is my own personal symbol! :) The blue roses on my blog are real blue roses and I took those photos myself! :)
How lovely to read a poem about a blue rose! :) Bravo! :)
C...
I know... that blur rose is you...
I guess you haven't guessed it yet... there's something hidden by those lines...
glad you love it... :-)
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