Gotta love the tune, Belle, which goes deep to an all-English lass like myself. Yes, we may wear the brave thorns to safeguard our tenderness and privacy, yet it takes the real Husbandman to be able to grasp our bloom in all its fullness and it is he who is rewarded with the sweetest of our unleashed perfume. You always get right to the soul of a woman... and a man, come to that! Love you, Belle. Spring is just around the corner... xx
It is indeed... the fire that grows the rose - even 'mid the harshest ice and fiercest snowdrift - if the fire is stoked from the roots and the petals are caressed with the warmth of genuine, unconditional love, then the bloom shall remain... full as ever; always... and longing... for the source of that warmth; the petals staunchly defending and craving that source of their sustenance - and that rose... ever-growing in ways never seen by the limits of physical vision; yet known deep within each salient cell of its being; emanating an eternal essence... even after its physical stature has crumbled to dust - the remnants of the rose... never die. -- Jeff
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2008
Dear Belle,
Your poem is a wise reminder for us all to never take love for granted. Love is a gift to be cherished, just like roses blooming in winter.
Thank you from my grandchild, from the white mouse and from myself for visiting for the first time, when I was not expecting any review.
What a lovely surprise, coming especially from la Belle Rouge and « La Belle Rose aux pétales veloutées, comme le verre de vin rouge de Bourgogne » (the beautiful rose with the velvety petals like a glass of red burgundy wine and even more so with the Music "A Kiss From A Rose") I am happy when I get one single and unique smile, that’s why I cultivate roses in my garden. Thank you Emile
Its beauty is of innocents but don't take its beauty for granted for what is here today can change tomorrow. Thank you LaBelle for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Very nice, your thoughts blend the cold of winter and the heat of love so there is only the dedication of one who truly cultivates a Rose wishing to give of her passion...
nice work, La Belle...
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2008
So very beautiful sweet lady,stay safe and well...Hugsss
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Food for thought too!
Blessings to you here in our 2008,
~Gwendolyn
Walt
to linger when your garden is choked
with weeds
Quite profound, La Belle, and what a magnificent picture.
as well as the warm glow this poem produces to the minds ryr
God bless you. Kathy
Blessings,
Joyce B.
I love your metaphors here. Yes, you are definitely a rose among roses. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
this is beautiful La Belle...
John
Your poem is a wise reminder for us all to never take love for granted. Love is a gift to be cherished, just like roses blooming in winter.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
What a lovely surprise, coming especially from la Belle Rouge and « La Belle Rose aux pétales veloutées, comme le verre de vin rouge de Bourgogne » (the beautiful rose with the velvety petals like a glass of red burgundy wine and even more so with the Music "A Kiss From A Rose") I am happy when I get one single and unique smile, that’s why I cultivate roses in my garden. Thank you Emile
Another beautiful poem. I love your photo as well.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Newfie Hugs, Rose
nice work, La Belle...
Fee
So beautiful La Belle
hope you is feelin much better
With much of my love
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
How many promises of pleasure within...
Georg
What a beautiful write to read this morning, the rare kiss of a winter rose, wisely penned. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.