My unmet rose
By: L.F. Young
24 January 2024
*trigger warning: none
*not my picture
The rarest of thorniest rose’s
with its melancholy flowers
its downtrodden temperament
holds the sweetest fruit
within the complex matrix
of each and every prickly bite.
So too, does my unknown beloved
with her straight silky raven hair
eye’s, of auburn elegance, piercing
into my unseen face with multiple
welcoming daggers, awaiting discovery
when times embrace, sets out fate.
Opening dreams to reality’s test kitchen
where a tempered dull one like me
can be revived, revitalized and revel
within this prickly, thorny unseen world
where love’s distant existence, becomes
the waking force, setting pace to living life.
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