[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.RosesAndYou

Roses are red, but there are others too.
My favorite is white, Though I may seem blue.
Pink, orange and purple, yellow maybe green.
So many colored roses, still to be seen.

Then a fleeting glimpse, of a silver and a gold.
An everlasting story, waiting to be told.
Don't you think it odd, that a rose could thrive?
Where no man can truely say, what is truely alive.

To me it is a thing of joy, and eternal happiness.
Maybe to others is a sign, of their long forgotten bliss.
Whatever it may be, this rose of royalty.
It reminds me of a thought, that I know can never be.

Roses may be red, and some white or pink.
Doesn't it make you wonder, or maybe just even think.
Maybe if that rose, of silver and gold awaits.
That someone could maybe find it, and not cross those pearly gates.

If I can find that rose, that one that I long to find.
Then do you think, that I could share my mind?
To tell that simple and only thing to you,
That thing I know will be forever true.

The simple little, fleeting fact, that I fell in love with you.

© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)