The Poetry of Sylvan Shadowolf

Flower

In the dark of night, within its deepest hour
Though I'm not asleep, I'm dreaming of a flower
A rose of simple beauty, it's fragrance scents of love
In hues suggesting passion, poised to blossom from it's bud

The rose is perfection, with nature's splendor and grace
It's singular elegance, unsurpassed within it's place
As the dream unfolds, I feel a touch of sorrow
The rose is out of reach, and I cannot see tomorrow

So the days go by, the flower grows no nearer
Yet I ,persevere for loneliness I have a fear of
Perhaps the day will come, when together we will be
In the garden we will grow, and live in blissful harmony

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