One Violet Rose

ByCarma Spence

violet roseThis poem was written Feb. 16, 1991. I suddenly had an image of a light purple rose lying on a pillow and created this.

One Violet Rose
laid upon my pillow
as I came waltzing in
on a string of
     a thought
          a wish
My love,
     Thank you for your kisses
     Thank you for your dreams
My body feels alive
     when I touch you
My mind feels alive
     when I think of you
One Violet Rose
     dainty upon my pillow
I will dream
     of you
          tonight

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