They claimed she was a rose, a beauty unopposed
A bloom for all to see, worshipped endlessly
A sight in morning light, a quickly picked delight
A midnight scent of grace, a lustful lovers place
A wonder to behold, but never to be held
For any tightened grip, would be returned with sharpened quip
Thus her lovers come to mourn, and learn to mind the thorns
for in the end you see, she wishes just to be...
anything,
but a rose.
DU LIEST GERADE
A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoesieA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
