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Secret Admirer
by louis gander (from a woman's perspective...) Damp were the petals, kissed by the dew, on bright, vibrant rose held up for my view - from soft velvet fingers and unweathered skin from one faithful heart full of true love within. The rose was exquisite, so perfect to see - with flower now open so beau-ti-ful-ly. It seemed to rest easy on leaves of bright green - (if now, you could only imagine the scene). Behind that great gift was another one too - who whispered poetically, "Oh, how I love you!" It floated from voice so familiar to me that stopped my whole world - instantly, briefly. He caught me off-guard and I must concede that inside his heart was a great love indeed. For there behind raised arm, so patient and mild - I saw the cute face of my very own child. Reached, I there down - and speaking in prose, I said, "Thank you child." accepting the rose. And then to the side, I gave curtain a push - and sure enough missing, my rose from rose bush. But forced I a smile and gave him a kiss - for this is one day that I'll soon reminisce. His innocent countenance had drawn me to pray, "Thank you, dear Lord, for my child today." Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |