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 Category:  Romance Poetry
  Posted: February 12, 2018      Views: 155

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Personification/Ode to a rose (audio by the author)
"True Love Is My Rose" by RGstar
True Love Is My Rose
Hush, hush, hush,
hush, hush, hush

True is but the blue that permeates all aspects of you.
Rustic red, wilting; budding in bloom, or aged,
Unchained is my heart...for all dues you have paid.
Evermore are we, to love; bound, as is life to dust.

Love, our drawbridge to age and time--where you my world defines.
Oh, how red your dress as it unfurls; if I may...this dance?
Valentine mine; pray not weep, for tears could never be yours without being mine.
Entranced...let us, with love: whirl, for every moment reclaims of the past.

If tomorrow dawns in your embrace, let us smile for the sun on your face;
Sweet though the dream...yet, here, now, are we, as close to forever as could be.

Magic, they say, is but fantasy; yet, we know it is real for those who see;
You and I, in silhouettes: mould--where bright the moon and stars enfold.

Rose, I thank you for all that you are, and all that you make me...
Ostentatious you could never be--in any ivory tower see.
Shadows lengthen with the fading notes of our song,
Enclosed now in sleep--a sight to reap...'my Rose,' forever to keep.

Hush, hush, hush
hush, hush, hush

Valentine's Poetry contest entry


Author Notes
An acrostic Valentine's poem.

Rustic - Rusticly= relating to the countryside; rural.
having a simplicity and charm that is considered typical of the countryside.
adjective: rustic = plain, simple, homely, unsophisticated, homespun;

Ostentatious= pretentious, conspicuous, obtrusive, flamboyant, gaudy, vulgar, loud, ornate, overdone, over-elaborate, kitsch, tasteless

Ivory Tower = a state of privileged seclusion or separation from the facts and practicalities of the real world.

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