A Rose

A rose is but a form of love,

A cliche standard posed.

Reminding me, yet once again,

Of the lacking blue eyes,

beautiful pink mouth,

tinged red cheeks,

flawless white skin,

a nonexistent golden curl,

and yet another:

That innocent admiration

for yet another

imaginary prince.

Author's Note

An invitation to critique, judge, consider or just read, as long as you leave a comment!

Reviews

[Juan Victor]

This a poignant piece for me. I miss my love. Nothing can replace the person you actually admire and adore. But simple mementos and gifts really help keep her in my daily thoughts.

[Arya Le Dasmones]

Thanks for your review, and it brings me a lot of happiness to hear that this poem is so meaningful to you. :)

[SaRuGi]

love it! :D:D

[Arya Le Dasmones]

Thanks darling :DD