Lonely flower...
Sorrow...
Amidst field of green
perhaps a tear...
Perhaps mere dewdrop lost

Another dawn of day...
Dreading yet the kiss of night
Weeping heart...
fears shared...
passion lost
Such beauty grows...
yet never seen Mournful tear lost...
in sea of green

Gently whispering hush my Crimson rose of elegance
Your beauty comes not from adoring eyes
Yet held as soft as angel's breath...
...So gentle silken petals within

So blossom well my beauty rose of eloquent grace
Gentle breeze caressing awaken a dance in the warm love of sun's embrace
Rest adoringly within such gentle kiss of adoring lunar light
Heed not your lonely fear...
Your beauty's not lost
For true beauty's magic is born not of the poet's insight

For as will love my gentle flowering soul
Mere a part of your Magic lies within adoring eyes glow
Not the stroke of a poet's pen
Not the lyrics...
Nor music's flow

For the prose is lost
The minstrel's mute
Without the awe inspiring magic...
...Of emotions loving touch

Forget not the magic of our emotions...
the awe inspiring force of love...
Words and music are merely a conveyance
of what one feels within one's own heart and soul...
Therein lies the beauty...
Therein lies the power...
Therein lies the true magic

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By an Okie Dreamer
For and inspired by...
a subtle whispering angel...
sitting in a green meadow holding a single red rose...
You have touched the Dreamer's heart so extraordinarily...
So magically...
Thank you...
for being you Robyn...
Wonderful you...



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