Myne Own Sweet Scented Rose; A sonnet

To a Lady Long of Myne acquaintance this sonnet is dedicated

I am growing old

three score ten and seven years

is but weeks away

all myne life

I have sought

in garden fair

and woodland bower

 

to find myne own

sweet scented flower

 

I have found it folly

 to seek for happiness and not find.

Thus myne prayer

unanswered goes. Will I ever behold

myne own sweet scented rose?

 

 

Reviews

[Valentine]

I believe some are meant to go withoug that rose all of their lives and others get as many as they want and tromp all over the petals..Life just is not fair at time is it..lol and God bless Mom Ami..Kathie