Roses
A Rose,
One of perfect white,
Pure and brillent in the light,
So naive,
So trusting,
A liking and wonder for the small little flower,
You hold it so tentatively,
Not wanting the purity spoiled.
Then there is the Red Rose,
One you've seen before,
Known before and even loved before,
But it was a tentative love,
With no boundaries crossed,
Too scared to show it out in the open,
To own up to those feelings.
Yet here lies these two,One you know better than the other,
Both you have a deep care for,
One you know is yours,
The other you've had since greeting.
So there they are,
The Roses,
Both in grasp,
Yet so far away.
Author's Note: So NOPE! Not dead again...I really do need to post with more consistancy but anywho! Here is yet another flower poem, which seems to be a growing theme for me...get it? xD yep still special, anywhich, this poem's original name was Roses (hence the name at the top) but it went with The Rose Predicament and The Return of the Rose so it became the numbero dos because I'm too lazy to figure out another name that hints at the fact that there is yet another one of those poems, and a heads up that'll probably be what other poems under this branch of my writing will be called, or some varient there of. It's pretty self explanitory but the poem is about, yet again, having the difficulty of picking which "rose" to choose, though unlike in other that are kin to this poem, this one speaks more in favor for the "red rose".
Tis all I have for you lovelies for now! ~Jenny