by Robert Harrison
Monday, September 17, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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A sweet bud thou art, tender, untouched...
A sweet bud thou art,
Tender, untouched; neither
Defiled by man who looks
Upon thee with envy and the
Lust of the flesh.
I see in their eyes the greed
Which takes hold of them; who
They; whose desires
Descend into the very jaws of
Hell, for they of themselves
Cannot, nay dare not posses thee,
Unworthy even to behold thy beauty.
They grind their teeth in hatred of
I who has thy beauty locked deep
In a grateful, blessed heart.
I who alone await the time of thy
Full blossoming, to be lovingly taken
From the bosom of a doting parent,
And sheathed in the finest crystal
Gown befitting my “Pink Lady”,
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|Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner
|very pretty poetry|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Interesting style and so very well written, enjoyed....
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most beautiful offering!!
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Robert, you've always captured a place in my heart with your writings. This is beautiful!|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Absolutely beautiful Robert! blessings, holly|
|Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill
|Reviewed by Hug Bear
|I love Roses and when I saw your title the Rose, I just had to stop and read. I thought the Rose was very beautiful and well written. You are a very talented writer.|