Along Came Rose

A new friend enters into a poet's troubled, lonely life.

                        I.

 

 

A Rose without thorns or thistles

      found her way into my life;

like a ray of light and of love,

      she pierced my inner strife.

 

From faraway she appeared,

      sage, young and maiden;

and as she grew closer to me,

      she saw in me her twin.

 

But from fear and from distrust

      I sought to push her away:

For I feared to let her in and

      let her have with me her sway.

 

This I did twice now already--

      but dear God in Heaven!--

by doing thus all I’ve achieved

      was hurting my twice-hurt twin!

 

Alas, alas! what have I done

     to one so giving and so kind?

I am unworthy of her friendship

     and of her heart and caring mind. 

 

But…O happy, happy day for me!

      With her great heart and soul

she forgave my double offense

      so that we may once more be whole.

 

 

 

 

                         II.

 

 

My comely, long sable-haired Rose

      with your apple-green eyes;

how good to me thou art,--how kind,

      how mild, how sweet, and how wise!

 

I am so honored that you call

      yourself my twin and equal,

a version of me at twenty-five:--

      indeed, we are reciprocal.

 

You have so much potential and

     mastered so much, dear Rose,

that you ought not have to live

      under self-doubt’s shadows.

 

Sadly, you once said to me: “Men

      like me, but I don’t see why.”

But I know:--for those you care about

      of yourself you’d give and you’d die.

Reviews

[TheLostMind]

This is a good poem. Simple, yet graceful in its own way. I think the rhymes don't fit in well in some places (just my opinion). In fact, a meaningful poem doesn't need to have rhymes.

Good one :)