One woman.

I stumbled my way into a field of women but I couldn't find my rose.
Surrounded by a bunch of vulgar plants that sent chills from head to toe.
I'm no fool, I avoided the tools of temptation.
I'd rather have my flower of trust than a whole plantation of lust.
The tale of my rose seemed to be a fib.
A joke to the heart a laugh to the ribs.
Persuaded to believe that my rose was nothing more than a lovers delusion.
Starting to grow impatient and believe in the confusion.
Contemplating if this is love or an illusion of mixed emotions.
The plants of temptation try to sway me with their hypnotic motions once again.
But I'll avoid the dances of desire until the end.
My love for the common flower has expired.
I yearn for my thorn riddled rose.
Because together, we can dispose of the pain.
Perfection is boring.
What good is the sun without a little rain?
But for now, I remain alone.
Exploring the meadows until I come across my rose.

Reviews

[chemistrycat]

Refreshing and lovely to read

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i like the metaphor in this piece. beautiful write

[Lovecraft]

Wow, a great poem with a great metaphor for Love. Looking for a soul mate rather than a string of girls. It almost seems that there is some disillusionment about love embedded in the poem though maybe that's just my interpretation.

"I'd rather have my rose than a whole plantation " is a beautiful line, it really stood out to me.

Good work!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Your write reminded me for this quote:

"Those that go searching for love, only manifest their own loveless ness. And the loveless never find love, only the loving find love. And they never have to seek for it." - D. H. Lawrence

Like a needle in a haystack – the right ‘magnetism’ will bring forth results – loved the write – gave me loads of imaginative ideas! :-)

[Mustafa]

A well written poem with a perfect and artistic ending, bravo Joe

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

This is great man... keep on writing

[mum]

i love this how the girl meant for you is a rose. I like that everyone else is just a weed. beautifully written