| [the poet] the rose |
You know that I adore you But don't ask me why I just do. Could it be because? You promised me, Your beauty, your scent and your passion But noble as it comes Your intentions get caught In your bud. Not blooming, withering Forgotten in time. Or is it that? My adoration Stems from your pricky thorns Which cuts me in places Leaving me to bleed But with the pain, I become accustomed, Oblivious, even numbed Blinded as I am, By your crimson darkness Complementing mine. Or could it be because of? Bees that flock to you Wanting to taste That golden sweet nectarine But your honey remains Unreachable to me, Distant even So that my thirst Remains unquenchable Ad infinitum. You know that I adore you But it's not only because you are beautiful So why? I know not. I am not the wiser. To the mysteries of the heart. |
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| Written by Sherina Zain. 7th June 2001. Copyright. All rights reserved. |
| Sherina Zain. Copyright. All rights reserved. 2000-2002. |
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