Friday, September 4, 2009

Description of One Line of my Poem.

(At times her thorns may hurt, and draw blood) This was because even though she loves me, she gets angry very quickly. she will lash out if you get her mad, she will barrage you with insults, and at times she just wants to see how you'll react when you get hurt. Once she realizes that i'm actually hurt though, she does everything she can to help me feel better. Her love for me is strong, and true. She may have her thorns, but she is still my White Rose, and i would have it no other way.




MY WHITE ROSE
:Joshua Boyt:


Feeling the warmth of her hugs, like a soft warm blanket wrapped around me from head to toe.
Her love surrounds me, envelops me, and completes my being.
Oh dear God I love her so!
Her soft lips gently kissing mine.
I embrace her and know that she’s so kind.
She is my White Rose, and every day my love for her grows stronger.
I have one wish, and one wish only. I only wish our time on earth could be longer.
Our time seems to fly by oh so quickly.
Even so, time with my White Rose is ever so lovely.
At times her thorns hurt and may draw blood.
I feel the pain deep inside, but remember our love.
Remember the time we’ve had together
My White Rose makes my sadness and pain wither.
Her beauty arises my love and happiness.
And I am reminded of her love with a kiss.
I have one wish, and one wish only. I only wish our time on earth could be longer.
Our time together seems to fly oh so quickly.
Even so, time with my White Rose is oh so lovely.

Dedicated to,
Amanda R. Brown