Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

To my wild... red rose...

By: Serge Alone

The honey dew from your lips can wet the desert's breath,
And brings forth life and love... despite its swath of death...
Who could penetrate the sanctum of your mind,
And live among your wishes so you would never mind

No one can do this - it's out of human force,
Like catching in the field a galloping, angry horse.
I'll try to hold your rose in the garden of my soul,
And keep the bud alive in case of creeping remorse