Love was a beautiful yellow rose growing on a bright summer's day.
You picked it with a smile and with your love, you placed it in my hand.
I treasured it and nurtured it, calling it my own.
Never knowing, never seeing ~ for love had thorns unknown.
We spoke of forever and all we wanted to share, to see...
We spoke of the pain in our hearts, our joy and our strife.
We shared a dream of distant places ~ a walk upon the sand,
Now memories are all I carry ~ and I cannot understand.
Let me recall the moments that we danced, that we loved,
For memories shine so bright with promise, as bright as the sun above.
They block the pain of my wounds in rays which blind my tears....
They remind me that love is endless, when these tears fall for my love.
(March 1,2001)
Lesa MRK
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-roses-for-my-true-love/
