Deceptive Glance Poem by Jamaa Mohammed

A rose not thorny be of self whisper heard behold the eye dwells to realize, Fact bygone in truth reality does stare back all in all petals held together either way stretch forth a hands choice, Beauty enlightens within thus love truly hearty miles deep inner sweet throbs, Heartfelt pulse perfect in rhythm yet logical sailing away such reference blinded by reason notes, But one question always lingers behind on mind, How should self pick with gentleness without detaching it from amongst surely intouch does remain of cuttings.