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A poem about weathering the tough times and enjoying love's "wildness."
Our love is like a wild rose
Sprawling across the miles
The kind to make you stop and pose
With the warmest of smiles
Priceless, yet true ; precious and sure
To last through summer’s tests
Our love is destined to endure
Stronger than most have guessed
Our love is like the brilliant rainbow
After a summer’s rain
The kind you see outside the window
Whose beauty shall remain
Regardless of distance between
Or hardships we must face
Our love, like the rainbow, is seen
For its lingering grace
Our love is like a grain of sand
Solo, yet mighty still
The kind that takes you by the hand
And guides the heart until
You find yourself within a place
Where romance freely grows
A garden of lingering grace
Thanks to our wild rose
Our wild rose will lead us home
Although we are apart
Across the miles, strong roots will roam
And bind inside the heart
Then, once the time is finally right
The hardships and the gloom
Will wander far away from sight
As our rose starts to bloom
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|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY ROMANTIC, VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Joanna Leone
|This is a beautiful poem written from the heart. It is true that love is like a rainbow, as you see the vibrant colors in each day that you spend with your loved one. Sometimes, when you are in love, you notice that the things around you are more colorful, or maybe you stop and take the time to look at the things that you did not notice before. Love makes us notice the things around us, and we appreciate the sunset and rainbows. I love the way you express your thoughts in your poem. My favorite part of the poem are the words, "Although we are apart Across the miles, strong roots will roam And bind inside the heart." I know that this is so true. No matter how far away that you may be from the person you love, nothing can break the bond. I beleive that when you are in love with someone, the anticipation and excitement of your journey back to each other makes the experience more beautiful. I was in a long distance relationship for many years, and each time I was reunited with him, I felt like I was "coming home" with such warmth around me. Once you see a rainbow, you remember it forever. That is the way love is. You are very talented, and your poem struck a chord in my heart. Please stop by my den when you have a chance. I would love to hear what you have to say about my work. I will track your work because I absolutely love your style. Most of all, your words brought back some beautiful memories for me.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Long distance relations are hard, but can be very loving too. When you do get together it is all rosy and nice. The rose is a strong plant and endures until the first frost in the fall. All summer long your love blossoms and then grows much over the winter too. Every season is for the love of your life. Take care and may you have a lovely time when you do get together.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A fragrant love shared with special meaning will blossom and grow, beautifully versed...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
This is beautiful and I, too, am looking forward to the day, this Fall, when our "wild rose" bud has the chance to bloom. It'll get here, I know, but the next couple of months are going to be SLOW!
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
|Long distance relationships are hard but can be overcome. You've proved that in your beautiful prose. Take care.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
This is beautiful - inspiring - well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford
|What a great simile for a poem. Someone planted one in my yard before I bought the property. It travels underground and comes up next to any other rose I've planted that it can find and attempts to crowd them out. I keep cutting the shoots back and the mother plant just gets stronger and seemingly more determined. Great poem Nate.