passed the red rose
you gave the red rose
to him
he gave it to me
but i put it down
on the table
looking at its crimson beauty
the way love smells
i felt and
thought of
just my crush
it was not a rose
it is the sweetest love
that passed on
right back to me…..


Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem & the words....we can really feel the sweet fragrance in it...lovely!

mystic rose said...

this is so lovely! love is sweet, indeed, made sweeter by your heart! enjoy. :)

Margie said...

Another beautiful poem!
I LOVE! it!

P.S (luv you too!)
Thanks for all ur visits to my blog....it's so long since I've left a comment there!
One day soon I will.
Might even write a poem!

Kai C. said...

thank you

Anonymous said...

This is soooo creative!