White Rose

In the storm Stands the white rose tumultuous waves of destruction abound her Yet tall is the white rose strong in the face Of the sensed doom around her And she does not bow down Pure is the white rose In the compost earth growing eternal strength in the nights that so hurt I see not the white rose She is so far away But I long to protect her But only the words can I say So I send her my words And my poets heart To help her when there is hope to see her through Be Strong little flower Your heart will guide true And as long as you want I will always be there for you There are a few in life who touch your heart and become indispensable to you. there are a few who make you believe in angels and for me that someone is you. She is the poet with a golden heart, warm and affable; she fills me up with a sense of peace and calm and encourages me to smile through my tears. she is the ultimate friend anyone can ever find. Here's wishing you many more posts, keeping penning and touching our lives. wishing you a fulfilling and enriching blog experience, for all times to come and do offer me such opportunities of trying my hand at poetry.(lol)