A Dozen White Roses and Ruby Stained Teardrops.
He came with the soft, soft winds of spring. Bearing blossoming white roses bewitching my soul, as he courted. Sweet words, loving embraces.
Many a promise and some declarations.
Friday night came. Work over, now our time. Happily, he is there. A dozen white roses spring forth with wine, a smile and heart melting kisses.
We had an unforgettable candlelight, lounge room picnic dinner. His sincere kind offering ripened, into a weekly celebration.
I could say I love you, rest assure I do.
Though I crave to devote more. That little something so special and forever memorable.
My beloved perceive this ,
A night missing you under tormenting, emotional times. Brush went to paper, on easel.
My heart crying loudly, through the brush
A lonely white rose stained the nothingness below, as it cried ruby blushed tears and came to life.
Somehow, it did comfort me.
Together again now, oh if I could tell of the closeness and love, but it is perfectly indescribable. My world, of two hearts combining.
So I reach out quietly each night to the silence.
Dreaming away the ruby brash tears, with
prayers you will always come bearing,
those dozen white roses.
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Comments
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Wonderfuly romantic, and very well written!
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Thank you, your too kind
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Brilliant!
This...this is my type and style of poetry. I drank every line from the very first word and now my thirst is quenched with the last. How you did it? Doesn't matter...you did it and I love it. This was vivid, the picture you painted (and the one in the poem but the poem is self) was simply beautiful. Camptivating the reader from the first line, has proven that you are skilled with your pen. My line that hit the spot:
"I could say I love you, rest assure I do.
Though I crave to devote more. That little something so special and forever memorable."
Sweet words on my tastebuds...makes my mouth water. Very excellent work here...don't stop there...I taste more to come.
May Your Muse Forever Inspire You...
K.V
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Well I can answer how I did it, somwehat, lol. One night I was bored but wanting to write something, a time when the struggle for any idea to come was present, I im'd a very good friend and asked did he have any ideas or words etc. He im'd back with white roses and ruby stained teardrops. The part I cant answer haha, is how I took thoses words and turned it into this in half an hours time, I guess I just did. Love poems come easier when I have my man sitting right next to me at the time, lol and at the time he was. Maybe that is why I just flowed out when I was given the words.
Tis stanza was and is my FAV, glad it is yours too
My beloved perceive this ,
A night missing you under tormenting, emotional times. Brush went to paper, on easel.
My heart crying loudly, through the brush
A lonely white rose stained the nothingness below, as it cried ruby blushed tears and came to life.
There is something behind this actually. This year I spent a couple of months away from my man, staying with my sister and helping her through a break-up and the beginning of her pregnancy. ( she is great now, I will be an aunty in a few weeks time, lol)
So hence a night missing him under tormenting emotional times. I didnt paint, I wrote, I pleaded with who ever was listening. My heart was hurting and I missed the security of my mans arms around me
( hehehe) So some of this poem did flow out easier due to situations previous. I didn't want it to be just dark and hurtful, I wanted love and appreciation too
I am flattered you enjoyed this so much. It was the one, that bought Cindy back into the game, LOL. Or how we talked about it maybe , my muse had risen again
And I can only prayer my muse does forever inspire me
Thanks K
If you could have stopped in on any poem I am very glad it was this one
Your sweet words do make it feel worth while
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