THE ROOM FULL OF ROSES

I love the Rose.

For love is like a Rose.

You cannot hold it in your heart forever.

It needs to be expressed.

What more is natural than a Room full of roses?

The things that the Rose stands for,

Counting love, Faith, trust as the petals fall.

It has thorns to protect it that makes it vulnerable.

Rising spirits and ecstasy that begins a fable.

Turning heads always beautiful.

The song of the rose is but intolerable.

How well you cherish the Rose in your soul......

A feeling for the destitute?

As the azure breeze brings in the odour of the new.

There is only one true love

When it blooms it is fresh.

So special that it gives hope.

Summers remind me of their beauty.

A void fills my heart which cannot bd disclosed.

My love grows each day.......

God's love is felt in the petals red.

As it unfolds new beginnings

A soldier in debt.

And as i find a Rose

In one of my books......

Proclaiming hardwork and Will Power.

Hidden away by me ages ago

I wonder at a Room full of roses.

Such a flower may never be.

O'Sick Rose.

Am i not glad at that color of red?

A Rose will always be a Rose.

Some magic that drifted close.

The thing of beauty that invaded my dreams

Once upon a time when i was innocent

Like the water flowing downstream,

And now it fills my room

And indulged to smile

I am assured of happiness that fills my being.

The Rose lived the sun yearning to be reborn.

With a leap of faith

I choose a Rose for you.

Life is a bed of roses

And also the wisdom of ages

What guards a Rose?

Just like a child grows

Wild and naughty beneath the sky

The Rose but speaks of love.

As i grew older it rained roses

And heaven smiled on me a Room full of Roses

and with love spells and rituals

The Rose shall rise once again!

Yellow, Red and White.

As each petals count,

Digging deep and healing wounds.

And flowering once more,

The Rose stands tall.

Stronger than the thorn.

Hoping against hope.

A Room full of Roses makes us think

Than never to have loved at all?