Poetry anyone? The rose grew on my heart Only to disappear after one storm It could not withstand the sound of the thunder Therefore it decided to leave me one Summer Spending my Winters alone My mornings would start of bitter with the man in the mirror Until I ran across Viola She was a violet, but far from being blue She sewed a seed to my soul A seed that would make my lifelong wish come true After twelve seasons on a Spring she visited me As she approached, I knew what we built was supernatural There before me she stood A beauty rare and blind to common men Struck by the reality of what I felt for her I uttered three words I love you -Kenal
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 00:45:18 +0000