ROSES IN BLACK AND WHITE

Roses in black and white

 

When the roses is rising,
My mind still dwells on
And my shadowed beauty,
Rising from the sweet smell.
That vanishing loveliness,
That cumbering breath,
Bond of life of that smell,
No road for death.
One immortal thought
For your passion body still
Makes the unchangeable
The reason that I live.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
As roses smell and the sun shines
Burns my loneliness, with thee.

— © A poem by Emmanuel G. Mavros

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