A
Rose Between Thistles.
In
the soft dew,
Delicately
loving the ground.
I
see a rose,
High
up there, upon a mound.
Guarded
by thorny pair,
She
breaks cover glory bound.
I
see her beauty,
And
am so sure of what I found.
As
the dawn breaks,
I
notice how peaceful her sound.
Then
comes the sun,
And
even more radiance to astound.
All
through the day,
She
makes my heart pound.
It's
because of her love,
My
world goes round and round.
Stunning. Beautiful. Such lovely prose and imagery.
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Thank you dear friend. X
ReplyDeleteI am likewise enoying catching up with your blog too. Wonderful stories and great aplomb at revealing life truths.
Pass on my regards to all your family too.
Hugs
Abrazos y besos guapa. Xxx
What beautiful words you weave, Mr. Warrior. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSo very glad to have made the magic that has made you respond with such a lovely compliment. X
ReplyDeleteThank you. Here is a hug for your kindness.
How is life on your side of the world?
Xx