Golden rose

The rose of yellow
is a quite dashing fellow
wearing a golden velvet tux

his morning he//o
sounding majestically cello
singing he loves you much

his fragrance so mellow
your mind’s become jello
romantically a perfect touch

but when evening comes
his open arms then becomes
closed, and no longer sings as such.

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This poem came to me very quickly about how beautiful, like a flower, any flower, is like love. After all, we do give roses on Valentines Day. Than i related it to how love sometimes comes and goes so quickly. Or how guys say anything to romance a girl, then leaves and breaks her heart. Metaphor, just like a flower opens in the morning, showing its beauty, then closes at night.