Old Fashioned Roses

Old Fashioned Roses short poem

Photo by Jon Mountjoy

Our dawn falls with smile falling blind
What constructed me, out soaring mine
All the insecurities that you have shed
Chained my glory in your empty dread

I saw your imperfection and every flaw
Still I could not resist, the charm to awe
All the measures we did seemed so wrong
Then how your love remained so strong

Into the darkness I faded once again
Marked with failure and forever stain
Along with shades this errand discloses
And may your soul with mine never opposes

Winds blow, but I scarcely show the breeze
All of my wishes lies behind darkest trees
Being caged I fear to find an open land
And steps seemed to hide in torrid sand

Your unpicked flower is left to the falling
And all of my gaffe seems to be recalling
This door would never, but the breeze when closes
I want you in my garden as old fashioned roses.

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