We taste the fragarence as we pass

I surrender honestly to this day

an authentic place for our musings

where I saw you in the petals of beauty

in the finest garments of my phrasings

It was not in the autumn

where our poetry of love was cast,

It was the time of roses

When we tasted the fragrance as we passed.

Those seasons  which never frowned

Showering bliss on early lovers yet

The world seemed as newly crowned 

With flowers when first we met.

I cherished the light under your highs

As a  rose arose with summertime, 

Where opal and sapphire once hung

That moistened my heart with songs sublime.

We celebrated the feelings for another day,

lifted our hearts, so full of gloom,

Breathing and feasting on the world,

And fused the air with our love's perfume.

 It was the time of eclipse ,we had to part,

 like the broken pieces of glass

Here we are,its the time of roses

We  taste the fragrance as we pass.

Author's Note

Trying my hand at the rhymes once again

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Enjoy the success of trying to do something but what I liked is the purity of thoughts and honesty of expressing it through this piece. Altogether a lovely piece!

[InsanityWriter]

Beautiful. :) Each word was perfect. ^_^ Great job!!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this poem bursts with the aromatic essences of love
your words are beautiful and highly engaging
well done

[Tai Ryens]

What glorious imagery! For in your perception; love continues to petal downwards even when this loveless world gets to us! My, my, you've certainly outdone yourself, fellow poet.

[AWickedMoon]

Absolutely beautiful you have out done yourself again Balkaran!

[gombeggar]

some good rhymes here, but seems uneven...consider a re-write

[Marie]

Summer and roses are the time of lovers...the time of eclispse must be winter.

[patricia]

This was classy. It seemed to be relating a mature love. brought in the senses and captured something tasteful with grace and culture. Enjoyed.

[Dayran]

The lovers meet at the end of winter and greet the spring with expectation and the promise of new pleasures in their eyes. Like a pie in the sky left to cool, they dream of the world. Great poem Bal.

[I, Rene]

very very beautiful, and note worthy the quote "It was the time of roses
When we tasted the fragrance as we passed.

Those seasons which never frowned
Showering bliss on early lovers yet
The world seemed as newly crowned
With flowers when first we met.

I cherished the light under your highs
As a rose arose with summertime,