THE ROSES MAY HAVE DIED BUT, OBVIOUSLY, THE LOVE IS STILL VERY MUCH ALIVE! ENJOYED, JANE, AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE HIS+INSPIRATIONS
The picture and your words lend an air of long ago to this touching poem of lost love. Somehow it makes me feel her longing for what is no more. Now I know you have a deep romantic core.
A beautiful and nostalgic love poem !
Superbly penned, my Dear !
I have just one dead red rose in a stemware vase,
sitting on my kitchen table. A mother of a dear niece
just passed a few weeks ago. The dried up rose is almost
black now, but the warm memory of Rita and that original
Red Rose lingers to infinity ❤️🌹❤️
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
lovely read
Never Stop Writing!!
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There's a certain appeal about a bouquet of dead rose hanging around, smelling up the place.
Ron
Love ya,
Connie
Chivalry ... Courtly Love ... Loving Nobly !
Ah, the bitter sweetness of Lost Love !
A beautiful and nostalgic love poem !
Superbly penned, my Dear !
I have just one dead red rose in a stemware vase,
sitting on my kitchen table. A mother of a dear niece
just passed a few weeks ago. The dried up rose is almost
black now, but the warm memory of Rita and that original
Red Rose lingers to infinity ❤️🌹❤️
with a sadness that burns.
I think those dead roses are better,
than ashes in an urn.
Ingeborg