Floral poem.

DescriptionJust a wee thought for now.

Posted: 17.02.12  |  Last edited: 17.02.12

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How sweet that rose, in form how fair.

And how it's fragrance scents the air

with dew o'erspread as early morn

I grasp It , but I grasp a thorn.

 

How strange thought I so fair a flower,

fit ornament for lady's bower,

emblem of love in beauty's form,

should in It's breast conceal a thorm.

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Nice one Robin ;-D

Really like it, says everything in such a short space. We've all done it, and sucked on our finger afterwards, you've really captured the moment brilliantly.

Thank you for your kind words, you are verry generous.

r.b.

Hi Robin !!

Very well written, loved the turn......

 

An enjoyable read, thanks for sharing,

 

Kind regards,

Steve.

Hi Robin

I thought this was a very beautiful poem - can almost smell the scent of roses - has an Elizabethan/Shakespearan touch to it.

Jeanna

Hi Robin

I thought this was a very beautiful poem - can almost smell the scent of roses - has an Elizabethan/Shakespearan touch to it.

Jeanna

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