The wild rose

Welcoming the waves, so silent,
Even the shores had shed a tear.
The moon, the stars, the horizon,
Even them, they felt it so dear.

Filling her bud, in all exotic glee,
Wild a rose, was lost somewhere.
Like a tinge of spark, the jay,
In them those shrubs, felt comforted there.

Well guarded the rose, in thorns,
Bleeding the jay, it did reach for her.
In least he cared the meaning for,
Wanted a drench of an innocent fare.

Spread the petals, of so soft nature,
Healed the jay, and all it's gear.
Soaring high, once it flew,
The wild rose, was ne'er there.

Also a love

In them, the clouds so far,
Soul mine, had found her!

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She who, pink rose her hands,
And eyes a soothing night!!
Saw a self of innocent mean
A doll with the prettiest seam.
Beautiful her soul, so pure,
With me, she did ensure!

Stories unweaved, old passages unsmeared,
Locked dreams, and feelings unshared,
A cave our own, like we dwelt,
With her, did all the glaciers melt.
In thine fragrance, I awoke
Thousands a lilies hath broke.
Ne'er has anyone been found so dear
Locked my soul, found dancing with her!!