I imagined your cheeks a red rose
And poured my kisses so close
Poor rose it seemed to hear
My cravings to have you near
So i picked it up quickly to see
To feed the missing of you in me
And when the winds of love howled
And each lover his lover called
I regreted i picked the rose so
Perhaps it had a lover i don't know
The Red Rose
Lyna Salman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/07/2020
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Poem topics: I love you, poor, red, hear, feed, love, rose, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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