The Fast Growing Rose Poem by Colleen Wright
The Fast Growing Rose
Yes, maybe you should beware of the rose that grows too quickly,
As the fragrance could be too over-powering, too strong or sickly.
Maybe your most beautiful words of this wild rose - as in rhyme,
could prove fatal for your soft and romantic heart - after a time.
Should this rose spread it's branches - it's stems to further a field
to find a tougher heart who would have enough true passion to yield
enough of the needed soul-food to make content and to satisfy
this soft fragile heart? How you do know I wonder, and not deny.
Your words have truely touched my heart - very close to the bone,
as in the deepest part of me - thought well hidden in my heart's home.
You are winding me into the beautiful web of your heart and soul
and I wonder, as you do too - is this real - is it right, and is it whole?
enough of the needed soul-food to make content and to satisfy this soft fragile heart? How you do know I wonder, and not deny. Your words have truely touched my heart - very close to the bone, as in the deepest part of me - thought well hidden in my heart's home. the real words go for a real poem from deep- deity posed to a big- World
Stunning beautiful and meaningful work! I love the symbolism in this rose poem!
macolleen...a rose, a beautiful rose, has thorns...no rose comes without one...what one has to do is hold on to the part inbetween two thorns...and enjoy the smooth feel of the stem...ignore the thorns and avoid being pricked by them tactfully...now enjoy the rose! ! ! ...love...nalini
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4/25/2024 12:16:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfull, You have the touch, cannot go wrong with a rose post. wish I would of thought of these fine words. this my version not as good as yours, never the less. The Rose The rose will wither in the days to come However, not the memories of where it is from. In a vase stands tall your rose. When it dies, I will find a book To press its Memory for a later look, your Precious rose will never die, To live on, a feast for Someone’ else’s eyes. charles garcia