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Come fromAncient LandsCan express,What nothingElse can,From the innerSpirit,To the deepestSecrets,Buried way belowIn memory’sSands.
I press my love into verses,
Unforgettable rose,You forever want to keep,I look not to the pastNor live, the presentFor without you,All I do is weep.
Not only of Poetry
Most don’t even knowWhat Poetry givesAs far as consolation,To the soul,Most have never evenLooked closelyAt a Rose,Its true color,Its abode,The drops of dew,Silently, humbly,Trembling,Upon, petals sweet,Daylight’s tearsThat compose,All that can marry,Poetry to a Rose.
Love is made of flowers,
But sometimes gardens out of reach,Will make us slowly die.
For those that die for Freedom,
No praise is deep enough,We owe them all of our Respect,Deep Gratitude and Love.
Poetry, my love,
Of all earthly pain,I love you so,And not in vain,I love your creative rain,Without you, lifeWould never be the same,Love would never feel the same.