blessed rose

No witness was I, to budding or blooming
Nor was I there, when the darkness o'er looming
Caused the rose once crimson to fade into black
As an ill-fortuned life made a constant attack

Each word stems from your grace, each song springs
From your bliss, my muse, each joy in me sings
From that heaven I find in you, which reaches to me
My blessed black rose, so unique, such beauty

But that single black rose that stands from the vine
Brought into my life by some power divine
I swear I will see turn from black into white
Blooming not petals, but pure radient light.

Thank you Wyld i know you truly mean what you say and i hope, one day i will see white again...

This is a beautiful poem i feel your passion with in ..once again you have touched my heart again and brought tears to my eyes ... some sad some happy ..

Sad, as i met you after the damage was done ...

Happy, as you have shown me there may be light left to see, and once more i may feel happy again...

hugs
snowflake

You two writing dfor each other is going to give the rest of us a lot of joy.

awww blush thank you Rhabbi...

What a wonderful sentiment.

Appreciation to the both you. :)

tessa :wave:

beautiful