I drink the fragrance of the rose,
And yet she has more wealth to give,
The perfume from her red heart flows,
And tells me it is sweet to live.
The rose is forever giving.
I drink the nectar of your love,
I cannot drain your chalice heart,
Dear, is it filled from heav'n above?
What is the secret, what the art?
For you are forever loving.
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I think that this guy writes goood poetry even as a ghost...lol... see the dates to the right, 1877 to 1949... this poem written in 2004... he speaks from the grave, I guess.
Dee
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I found this poem sort of easy to read. I liked the fact that he chose a rose to write about. I realise that the meaning of the poem could go beyond that of a flower but could be a poem written about a woman as well. For how can a rose show love to a man? And how xan it pocess wealth?
I think that this is a lovely poem. -
Oh this is so lovely. Any woman would so love to hear that no matter how much love her man takes there is always so much more there. He's telling her how precious she is to him and he knows her love will always be there for him. Sigh....
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