The rose, which is undoubtedly the most popular flower in the
world,
speaks of love and has been the choice of lovers in every century.
If you rearrange the letters of the word rose you get
Eros,
the God of Love.
It is at the edge of a petal that love awaits
William Carlos Williams
You called to me and I answered,
Across the wall, across the centuries,
You were born for me, waiting until I came.
A stranger to your world, but not to you....
Or so it seemed at that moment in time.
A Forsaken Garden
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
The steep square slope of the blossomless bed
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses
Now lie dead.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
( 1837-1909 )
Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
In the twilight glow I see her
blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Cause love is like a dying ember
and only memories remain
Through the ages I'll remember
those blue eyes crying in the rain
Some day when we met up yonder
we'll stroll hand in hand again
in that land that knows no parting
blue eyes crying in the rain
Long Ago...Song Lyrics
Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining the soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises ...
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child ...
And you learn to build all your roads
On today, because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain. And futures have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you really are strong,
And you learn and learn.
With every good-bye you learn.
Author Unknown
Roses of Life
I've dreamed many dreams that never came true.
I've seen them vanish at dawn.
But I've realized enough of my dreams,
Thank God,To make me want to dream on.
I've prayed many prayers, when no answers came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers came to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.
I've trusted many a friend that failed .
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue,
To make me keep trusting on.
I've sown many seeds that fell by the way.
For the birds to feed upon,
But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands,
To make me keep sowing on.
I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain.
And gone many days without song,
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.
Author Unknown
The Beauty of the Rose
Think of the stem as the road of life--ever bending,
turning and changing, as we walk along life's road.
Think of the rose, as our hearts--delicate and fragile,
slowly healing, and slowly opening ,
as time heals our wounds.
Think of the broken petals--as the broken dreams,
broken hearts, and wounded spirits, that have filled our lives.
Think of the growth of the rose, and the opening of the petals--
as time that passes, as we forget our pains,
and as we grow, and as we experience new joys,
new dreams, new hope, new love, and new friendships.
Think of the fallen petals as growth--
as we learn to let go of the burdens we need not carry
along the way, as we allow our hearts to open again,
our hearts will heal, we will learn to love again,
we will become stronger. Time is a healer
When we can see the beauty of the rose--
we learn to see the beauties of life--that's when we'll know,
we've healed and we've become as the Rose.
Copyright Author: M. Fortney
Thank you for allowing me
to use your beautiful poem. *s*
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