My life is like a summer's rose
Its effervescent scent bestows
The warm dew drops on velvet leaves
As page to page my days are seized
With thoughts surreal of fireflies play
The lanterned flips of summer's haze
The dragonfly with winged tuffs
The swoop and dodge of rotors buzz
I swim along upon a breeze
I light there on your white dress sleeve
To risk this dream to be with you
As roses scent the sky so blue
The amber of a drugged sunset
Still bless this rose you can't forget
Then let her fly and come again
Enrich the air with summer's rain
To stand with her as tides come in
To be the thought that she befriends
This rose for you is blossoming
Your garden's where she plays
Look for her in a tuff of green
In clovers swish and sway
I am your urge...that private thought
I am the rose just now
I am the one who waits in line
And never makes a sound
I see this time for betterment
To subtle ways so true
I watch the days go slowly by
Then choose this rose for you.
this sounds like one of my poems, a terrific write, and indeed it would be wonderful to have a rose as pretty and beautiful as this one in my hands, Beatifull written stanzas and amazing images, I loved this poem all the way through, your choice of words is perfect.
Cheers
Alain
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on March 1, 2003
Hi Susan,
I liked the way your poem read, but I must admit one or two words seemed amiss, buzz seemed to lend its self to a number of suitable azes, but it read well. nice one.----Morchuis
FYI...I am flying to New Orleans tomorrow and be there for two months training at the company's gallery. I will take along my laptop so I can keep up with my favorite "other" family. Ya'll behave and I love you mariah, Chris, Andre and just all my peers who make a difference in peace, love and harmony.
Susan
very beautiful and sweet romantic poem or that is how i see it so aw3esome job on it you did excellently how r u havent heard from u in while hope u okay?
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Cheers
Alain
I liked the way your poem read, but I must admit one or two words seemed amiss, buzz seemed to lend its self to a number of suitable azes, but it read well. nice one.----Morchuis
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Susan
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