Blue Is The Rose

A poem of reflection and sadness.

Red is the rose
that bespeaks of love
two hearts bound by Heaven
by Gods hands above-

White is the rose of Winter nights
cold as my soul
and no more is there light-

Pink is the rose
that in Summer doth sing
beauty so limitless
from the smiles that it brings-

Black is the rose
that is as my heart
for an Angel has fallen
from those that love forever apart-

But blue is the rose
that an Angel loves best
for its colors are her tears
that each day she weeps
no more doth she rest
but engraved on her soul
the sorrow she keeps.

Reviews

[Skye]

Oh wow. Beautiful, i love it! The picture fits it perfect. I have no other word then Beautiful to sum this up.