The Rose in My Lips

Where are you going tonight?

Are you taking my love

with you?

I would like to smell your soul,

get to know the taste

of your body.

Since I died, the world has become

more beautiful for you.

Since I found the right time

to admit my guilt, God has regained

his good mood.

I am trying to tame you,

my faithful morning,

I am trying to make you a happy name.

The day someone took

my loneliness away from me,

I felt the real softness

of your thoughts.

I do not want to leave, though the rose

in my lips is blooming.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

" I heard a Fly buzz - when I died
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air
Between the Heaves of Storm " Emily Dickinson

The rose is love and love is eternal but the rose is not. But what blooms from love and memory may yet be. Lovely poem. F.

[Lisasview]

Quite interesting read again..

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you very much!