by trsalemmePhoenix, Arizona, USA
Aug 2011 243 Views 0 comments
Anticipation
Red roses on fire, they burn within,
your eyes they are ablaze.
I think about you all the time,
an everlasting daze.
Your skin so soft and radiant,
pure as new fallen snow.
but like a secluded island beach,
Its true beauty i may never know.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, true.
but these eyes behold much more.
But i am much to scared to knock,
so please open up the door.
your eyes they are ablaze.
I think about you all the time,
an everlasting daze.
Your skin so soft and radiant,
pure as new fallen snow.
but like a secluded island beach,
Its true beauty i may never know.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, true.
but these eyes behold much more.
But i am much to scared to knock,
so please open up the door.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this about a neighbor girl i knew when i was in high school.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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