To a fragrant rose...
Genevieve PM Roy (1985- )
Away in the meads, a fair maiden lies,
Fragrant roses entwined in her soft golden hair.
The morning sun, taking its leave,
And the north wind blows with a vengeance.
Where art thou leaving?
With sorrow and regret?
What art thou thinking?
Have thy any regrets?
Fair maiden, my love,
Fare thee well, I part thee with sorrow.
For the red rose that embraced the white,
Has given new hope for tomorrow.
Love and hope are connected to a fragrant rose.
Both need tender love, care and affection to grow.
If disregarded or left shamelessly aside,
Nature takes its course, the rose withers or so it goes.
Away in the meads, a fair maiden lies.
Her soul at peace, lips cold, her skin deathly white.
The morning sun has taken its leave,
And the north wind blows with a vengeance.
Away in the meads, a fair maiden lies,
Fragrant roses entwined in her soft golden hair.
The morning sun, taking its leave,
And the north wind blows with a vengeance.
Where art thou leaving?
With sorrow and regret?
What art thou thinking?
Have thy any regrets?
Fair maiden, my love,
Fare thee well, I part thee with sorrow.
For the red rose that embraced the white,
Has given new hope for tomorrow.
Love and hope are connected to a fragrant rose.
Both need tender love, care and affection to grow.
If disregarded or left shamelessly aside,
Nature takes its course, the rose withers or so it goes.
Away in the meads, a fair maiden lies.
Her soul at peace, lips cold, her skin deathly white.
The morning sun has taken its leave,
And the north wind blows with a vengeance.
Haven't we met before ?
By chance we crossed one another,
walking down a crowded street,
The wind rustling stray locks of hair around my face
As a stranger you waltzed by me,
Memories from long ago suddenly appeared.
Deep emerald green eyes caught my wandering gaze, carrying me to exotic India
Like the fragrant scent of a rose that you can never forget
A sweet smell of cinnamon trailed your departing form .
Can't say for sure or my eyes are playing tricks on me.
Your sudden appearance stuck hard and refused to let go.
Lost again ,
like a tear in a flowing rapid.
In the years to come when I am old
I know that in my heart I shall question:
The reason I didn't pick up the chase after you to ask;
Haven't we met before ?
Days Past
Days past and still I wonder,
Time stood still on the cliff yonder
Grapes and wine filled my cup
Love and lust not to be stopped
Your eyes shining bright
On whose face I kiss and ponder....
Your life of silence, mine of wonder
No words escape,
No tales to tell,
We met again and once again we failed ...
Time stood still on the cliff yonder
Grapes and wine filled my cup
Love and lust not to be stopped
Your eyes shining bright
On whose face I kiss and ponder....
Your life of silence, mine of wonder
No words escape,
No tales to tell,
We met again and once again we failed ...
Tick...Tock
Tick …..
….Tock
We met
You stared
So cold,
and Yet…!
I felt quite warm inside…
Heat,
Not my Craft,
You might ask…
I am a witch!
Yes, I know…
As a partner,
My partner…
As a man
As a lover!
"OUR FATE"
Destiny,
Yes destiny
has us intertwined….
Did you tell him?
No.
More important,
Did she tell him?
No
Too late he's gone.
Yes
Too late
She's gone…
Too late…..
Always and forever
In fire and faith
Together!
Too late...
….Tock
We met
You stared
So cold,
and Yet…!
I felt quite warm inside…
Heat,
Not my Craft,
You might ask…
I am a witch!
Yes, I know…
As a partner,
My partner…
As a man
As a lover!
"OUR FATE"
Destiny,
Yes destiny
has us intertwined….
Did you tell him?
No.
More important,
Did she tell him?
No
Too late he's gone.
Yes
Too late
She's gone…
Too late…..
Always and forever
In fire and faith
Together!
Too late...
Memories that I cradle....
Memories that I cradle
Songs that chime
Cinnamon buns I see...
And a glass of wine
May I be Romany?
An Esmeralda in her field?
Maybe I am a free girl ,
controlling the world at my will.
Love spells my name,
Trust is not my game
Your pocket: bottomless end?
Your money I will spend
With a life such as mine,
Be alert and stay alive
Yours truly, Faye Valentine.
Songs that chime
Cinnamon buns I see...
And a glass of wine
May I be Romany?
An Esmeralda in her field?
Maybe I am a free girl ,
controlling the world at my will.
Love spells my name,
Trust is not my game
Your pocket: bottomless end?
Your money I will spend
With a life such as mine,
Be alert and stay alive
Yours truly, Faye Valentine.