i say to a painted rose
with painted love by the gardens
to untag the silent heart
of love by valentine's
weathered storms of its color,
it's rain drops i could follow
on a rainy path with love puddles
for me to swim
as my eyes kept sinking
into the unknown dream,
i let the her pose
lie in her
than dose
to a painted pose
i suppose
with painted eye lashes
and textured in dye ashes,
dark in color with dashes
of charcoal on its nose
as i drew my hand so close
to a painted rose
by the gardens
into the unknown
i stood patiently
and finally
caught an eye, suddenly
my bones trembled eagerly
as she walked past mine, actually
without notice of mine, dear darling
...and untagged the silent heart
as i walked towards her heart
but weathered
as she furthered
her waist to the toe
for me to love more
her scent i adore
my heart ran in silence
to a love at a distance
but my silent heart
stayed in one sense
by the rose gardens
quietly, said to the florist
'can i take her with me? '
she smiled, nodded but cried
for once and dried
her eyes as she waved
at eyes on the back of my head
and died
with painted love by the gardens
opn11022013/1632
poem: 'silent heart'
book: thus spoke ntema: the unknown poet
year: february 2013 (book no.2 of 2013)
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