Mulberry4000 Poetry (2)

It matters little if a flower falls.
The soft petals leave the love behind
though this shows God is divine

Oh little flower where does your beauty hide now that your petals have gone and hide

What shall you do with your love that no doves come from above.

How do you spreed you beauty now that the clouds form and gives rise to the storm.

Remember this little flower, your beauty thine holds, is the grace of God, who told you of his love so you can be my dove.

Shafts of light spread slowly through the morn.

The misty complexion lingers like a faded memory.

The smell of roses and tulips fill the air, as the sun rises.


Then I saw her standing there, her dark brown hair held up against the sun, it made her eyes shone like diamonds.


I stood in a moment of happiness and I saw through the mist of time, this love I had lost and left behind.


As she walked, she smiled at me, though I know this was only fleetingly.


Her grace, her beauty, her lovely lips, her gorgeous smile and her fantastic kiss.


I remember these well, as she smiled through the misty morn, but it felt more like a thorn.


All I can say eternity its too long for me, I only wish to be with thee.


Alas she has another, a love more deep than mine, for hers it stands the test of time.

All this I felt that summer morn, it was more clear than a memory just being born.