The Call

A call from the heart, how painful it is.

Never again will I tread the paved roads.

Here and now I answer,

Marching away, to the cry of true love!

March, march on! Not single bright rose.

A call from the heart, a soft voice cries out.

March, for it is the only way,

to bring the fragile peace, back to heart!

I shall not rest until the rose is found, bringing a

peace ever so sweet. Bound together hand in hand,

we shall be as one.

Marching together into the soft moon light!

Wait is all I ask, for I am marching on, on to

you. The bright rose amid these shadows.

This pain in my heart,

calls back to you, wait is all I ask for I march.

Reviews

[Sara Elyse Abrams]

First things first, this is an amazing poem.
second, I love how you are searching for a bright rose for your true love but can't find one. I know how that feels sometimes. I hope I understood the poem and did not completely miss the point of it. Keep writing, you are great at it.
Sincerely,
Sara

[Vicki T.]

love this poem! I feel the marching

[Haley]

This is a beautiful poem and I can't wait to read more of your work!