Love Given With the Rose
Love given with the rose 
remains forever true.
It will not wilt nor ever lose
the petals of her heart.
Tis a symbol of everlasting love,
this red rose that he gave.
Without thoughts of expectations,
or conditions to be made.
He was the only one who could save her
from the valley of lost love.
She offered her hand and he gave her
the love she desired from only him.
They sailed the world in their dreams,
in crystal blue waters they swam.
The waters caressed them, so real it seems,
Lovers they were in far off lands.
A rose garden they created together
from the love they so quickly gave.
In trust without promises,
Only living in the moment.
Moments of deep love they shared,
Of love so needed by each.
Romantic and caring, like no other,
did her soul ever reach.
Compassion she has for the one so loved,
As she lingers in the garden of roses.
Gentle breezes lift up the fallen petals,
her hand reaching out to see if they return,
To caress her face with softness so sweet,
and the fragrance from the rose of love given,
May yet give her back the memories,
of once walking here with him.
Her friend in life,
her beloved in heart,
her soul’s lover,
Sadly did they part.
The taste of Rose’ still lingers on her lips,
a song from the rose still in her heart.
Is he wandering to other places where she cannot ever go?
Will she have only memories of such a short lived joy?
Just beyond the curtains of white gossamer lace,
lie the petals of the mysteries that enfold him to her heart.
Whither he wanders,
whither he goes,
in her heart he remains
With the red red rose
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© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Phyllis Doyle Burns
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I am also an author on TCE and write mainly in poetry and short stories.
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.
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I guess we have to believe that ‘better to have loved than not at all’, for so many wonderful open hearts are in the end, shattered. Love is its own reward, surely, for what it gives us, for what it represents in life. It is just we don’t deal well with the loss, when we should celebrate what we accomplished in feeling its embrace. Nice work Phyllis.
Thank you, Tony. It is hard to deal with loss of love. In this verse I gave memories to embrace, so she can go forth knowing how great love is and find that love “beyond love” as you so beautifully penned in your verse. Thanks again. xx
Beautiful and romantic, Phyllis. A delightful read.
Thank you, John. So glad you enjoyed reading.
Nicely done Phyllis, and with beautiful emotion sprinkled throughout. You bring out the beauty of the rose in such a unique way. Thank you.
Thank you kindly, William, for your lovely comment.
So lovely and romantic. This is wonderful poetry love the last verse it made me think of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast where the enchanted red rose is kept under glass.
A beautiful story told with the heart of a poet. Well written. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie. I appreciate that comment very much.