The Wild Rose

Lament there is apparent, of a bloom that’s here and gone.
Opportunity that has been lost, of petals now are none.
Time is of the ebbing, minutes sped past so very few.
I’m left reminiscing, of mere seconds spent with you.

I travel near, I voyage far, for one more tiny glimpse.
Can’t bear the thought of another year, without your scent or sense.
My heart lifts just one final notch, when at last you come to view.
A solitary head upon a single stem, to you I must ensue.

A flower of rare beauty, a floret of such gem.
I think about you daily, with that special type of chem.
I dream upon the hour, where united we are once more.
Where my pulse can beat a pace, back on cue for sure.

If I am to think another thought, to keep you in my mind.
Wishing that I’d seized the day, when there was more of you and kind.
I long for your return, when passion is forever here. 
Where to you I can pledge my trust, and little of my fear.

Such a catalyst you are, of enthusiasm and fervent.
To live each moment as if my last, without question of repent.
Walking with you hand in hand, apathy a thing of the past.
Carpé diem with the Wild Rose, love unbridled and very fast. 

By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 

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