The Rose and the roses. . . (a tribute)

The Rose is disable,
Sad and looking for his quiet lady,
Searching for the keeper of his soul,
On a silver thread rest upon a boyish dream.

The roses watches when he sleeps,
She waits for that one word from the dark man himself,
Their silver glowing thread,
casting white and red petals unto black lace.

Our world is under their spell,
An angel walking over the rainbow bridge,
A mirror image at the gate of Alahsar!
This is their tale of the Rose and the roses!

Adieu and tuss
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
a very special tribute
to two lost soul
that found each other
and is a testament

of finding love on poets corner
and thou I was blind
cot not for these
as their love shines for all to see

it is my humble privilege
and great honour to pay
tribute to a wonderful couple
I guess we all know . . . who these guys are. .. .

well I pray you like it
as I stole what was yours
and played it all in this. . .
I did not seek but merely took

for that I humbly ask for your forgiveness
but this is for you to keep
my poem is your gift

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Comments (1)

morgen90210
my dear brother this is my gift
I claim no part of it
I only wish you keep it as
a remembrance of me

for the words are not mine
borrowed and given back
just letting you know
that we know and are happy

that you and lady J are as one
heart wings
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