A pair of footsteps trodding past
stopping to gaze at a meadow.
Meadow green
filled with the glorious blooms,
roses for one, tulips the other.
Led by a hand
a heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.
Frolicking in a field
they would love to call home...
She turns to you,
yes to you,
revealing a rose to you.
The most cherished rose one could ever know.
Sweetly sighing
sensing the love from a single rose.
Not placing it in your hand,
but behind your ear with a loving gaze.
Telling you to see the girl within,
at how you truly are.
The loved girl with a rose in her hair.
YOU ARE READING
Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoetryWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
