Rose Of Glory, Rose Of Grace

Here’s another poem of mine from Serendipity!

Rose :

Rose of glory, Rose of grace,

with petals of velvet, stem of lace.

Haloed soundly by molten fire,

rest you upon yon gate a-higher.

Reaching, yearning, for the Sun above,

none but love can quench such love.

Golden shafts drenched in seamless light,

red passion blooms in all its might.

Nature’s bounty thus link to link ornate,

binding Rose to Sun by love and fate.

Life and light swing hand and hand,

should one to fall, the other would not stand.

Tragic though is every lovers’ demise,

torn apart is the ground from skies.

Burning Sun is ripped from tender Rose,

and cold, dark night brings life and love to a-close.

One by one velvet petals drop,

no beams or rays to ease their bitter stop.

Rose of glory, Rose of grace,

with petals of velvet, stem of lace.

Haloed soundly by molten fire,

rest you upon yon gate a-higher.

Reaching, yearning, for the Sun above,

none but love can quench such love.

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