The Rose

An angel may be too near of an amorous person. But she may be far away for him to approach her.

A morning bird beckoned me here,
To meet  my angel longing to share.
I felt too shy to gaze at her face,
What charm is there,I can't trace.

I saw the soft lips with very light hue,
What magic is hidden there,nobody knew.
I craved to touch the wonderful lips,
The bird stopped me to offer some tips.

I stared deep into the skies of the eyes,
I saw there rainbows playing with butterflies.
I craved to move my fingers over the gems,
The bird stopped me to offer  other games.

I looked at the thin pink-colored ear.
It was so lovely with the simple gear!
I stooped to see the type of the pierce,
The bird stopped me,it looked fierce!

I switched my vision to the  golden fleece,
That covered the head of my lovely bliss.
I moved to examine the sparkle of the hair,
The bird stopped me saying  it would not be fair.

With broken heart, I looked at her nose,
I saw with pleasure, it bloomed like a rose!
I opted to get closer  and take some smell,
The bird happily sang and wagged its tail.

Reviews

[Saddam]

this is very dearful natural poetry, I like willium Wordsworth poetry of nature, and this was like one of them. Not for comparison it is truly. Very imaginative and we can see your deep eyes on nature.
I stared deep into the skies of the eyes,
I saw there rainbows playing with butterflies.

[zainul]

I feel very honored and inspired by your admiring review.
Thank you dear poet for stopping by to grace this piece.

[Saddam]

absolutely my pleasure dear poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice set-up for the ending to the beautiful poem. I like the way you led me to a very good ending. Good to appreciate the beauty of life and nature. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Craig2591]

A very pleasant poem. Fun to read.

[Shoelissa]

That was just what I needed to get me out of this funky mood I was in! Between reading this and writing my own stuff that really helped! Thanks!!!

Beautiful!!!!!!

[Patrick]

'rainbows playing with butterflies' my favourite line...maybe cannot instead can't to make it sound better when reading. A lovely composition.