Loves Tender Gift
A rose is like no other flower,
it's petals silken,
deep red,
a heart that beats,
a bosom that is blessed.
I dreamt a rose, it's fragrance sweet,
and in the air, a hue of golden light,
danced upon listless longings of delight.
The bitter sweet tale of loves beguiling ways,
a longing of tenderness,
forlorn in open gaze.
Whence this dove, alight and given,
rises from it's slumber, and as phoenix arisen,
drifts upon the aether of our minds soft touch,
with loves tender longing,
to meet!, a gift, so much.
A rose is like no other flower,
it's petals silken,
deep red,
a heart that beats,
a bosom that is blessed.
© Richard Michael Parker 2011
© Richard Michael Parker 2011
Artwork by Peggi Meyer Graminski
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My thanks to Peggi Meyer Graminski for her beautiful Artwork created for this poem.
More of Peggi's artwork can be seen at, http://www.etsy.com/shop/ajoyfulstudio/
Please respect the copyright of the artist, and do not copy or transfer this artwork in any way without the prior consent of the artist, thank you.
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