Rose of love

Her heart knows the meaning behind the beauty I see,

blue and green as eyes bleed to say her desires.

Unmasked by perfection imperfect world falling,

understanding to be misunderstood guiding light.

Blessed with the passion only her petals can control,

tested by the waters in which her life was created.

Thorns piercing my flesh crying clouds of rain,

taking back to fall to the feelings within her arms.

Black eyes of red dreams her light is seen in me,

shedding yesterday done undone lives forgotten.

A gentle touch by her flowers of devastating hopes,

I am kissed by her poisonous words unsaid.

Rose of love held beneath of my heart so cold,

making life the way to fall away into her night.

Stars of darkness blessed in her eyes I see,

loving her light beyond what I used to believe as love.











Johnny Newell