In his hand
he holds a rose,
It's a bunch of words
where only love can flow,
She may never really know
she is poetry to his soul,
She is his breath of fresh air
in the bitter cold,
Her stare alone
has helped him find his pot of gold,
He still remembers the rainbows
in his days of old,
To hell and back
a thousand fold
he would surely go,
He whispered her name
saying he couldn't let her go,
If his voice was heard
the whole world would know,
She is the mate
to his searching soul,
An unbreakable bond
her heart was solid gold,
She completes him
and has always had him
even from hello,
It's in his memory
each and every time
her
he got to hold,
Love at first sight
and true love never let's go,
To him
she
is perfect
and a perfect poetic rose...
©jgrayzer
J