Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Petaled Rose

I have spent the nights in wonder
as is custom when I think,
of when I fell in love with you
I was very near the brink.

Your beauty caught me
and kept me safe,
when I was down
I saw your face.

I thought I was alone
but you were always there,
to fill my heart
with your tender care.

Now at nights, yes I do weep
you stir my feelings – oh so deep.
To thus I do now compose
my dear sweet beloved – Petaled Rose.


(Written circa 1988)

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