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
Comments (1)
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