An untitled rose

The rose red grew
Blossomed, petals bright
Sweet , alight and new,
Loves only precious sight.

I wished to kiss the sweet lips
Embrace the pure form in my heart
To taste of love , first precious sips
And each never fade, nor hurt.

A dreamer shall dream
Of paradise, sweet love undying
And the cool crystal stream
Shall wet the soul and love shall sing

Forever sweet blossoms rest
And so on his pure sky flight
Shall he in sweetness
Steal away the heart, his hearts delight



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-10-23 at 18:38

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