This rose i picked..


To what blessing do in owe?
in remittance of this chord,
if weak then strengthen,
if stumbling amd astray,then lead the way,
for this rose i picked,
has grown out of odds..


I never thought worth,
nor did i prove best,
but to think i possess is sheer,
she rose from the blues,
and a blue feeling she brought,
the blue of belonging and romance...


To set sight of her,is pure ecstacy and joy,
a talk with her , a simple mutterly response
is food for the soul,i wish....
that i should kiss her innocence,....
that would be remedy for restlessness...

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