My love is like no flower I've ever seen
Not even the perfect rose
My love is lasting, yearning, possessive
I feel it like no other feeling


Not motherhood, or being a granny
Nothing has the passion and fierce loyalty
That my passion has
It surpasses all other


My love yearns and watching and waits
The rose withers and dies in its season
The children grow and age
And have families of their own


My love is like the sky changing
With the season
And the day and night
And even the time of year


My love stays loving and caring
Yearning and waiting
Waiting for the one
The soul mate sent just for me.






By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)

 

 

 

 


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Ode To Squanto

You Don't Look Like Me

The Hat And The Rose

Quiet Time

New Year's Eve

New Year Toasts

Ode To 2005


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