BY: Albert Griffin
A Tranquil feeling it shows,
It happens all over.
Filled with such beauty you stand so bold,
When inside a shelled seed your life begins to unfold.
With elengence and class,
Your flowers and leaves show off your sass.
Your one of kind with very strong limber,
It would be oh so sad to see timber.
Flowers of pink color shine so bright,
Even in slumber they shine at night,
Just looking at you and writing this poem feels so right.
I say, show the world your beauty and show it with might.
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A Touch Of A Rose Thorn
By: Albert Griffin
A sweet sign of love,
From the god above.
A gift sent down to me,
For I am Adam and must give it to Eve.
A precious little blossum so red and pure,
when I give it to her she’ll definitely adore.
I became cautious for the rose to be scorn,
For I truly fell in love from a touch of a rose thorn.
The First Day
By: Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was i to see and to forsee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! – Did one but know!