Years of the Rose
Have I not heard the calling of day's gone by
or sat in careless prose and wondered why?
but years are as the rose
which are but reflections
that no one person knows-
I have sought with wonder
the diamonds in your eyes
but when the memories came
as falling rain
I couldn't help but cry
for my soul was wracked with pain-
The beauty of your heart
is always mine to keep
and knowing so much loss
each day I cannot help but weep-
But hold you close I always will
the beautiful star you are
for I know that no matter how far
each day I will love you still-
'' My verse was inspired by the lessons I have learned in this life....A canvass with so many colors, a book with so many blank pages, Let me be as the rain and nourish those I touch with my writing"
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