A thousand roses would I give you,

Buy the whole red fragrant field

In some fair glen

To seal your heart

Set it afire and amend

The hurts, the wounds

The tears I’ve served

Sweet melody, golden lass

Hues of cream and primrose mingled

Draped in ivory silk for skin

It is you I smell and feel

And talk to in my dreams

You I dance with my whole life through

Come dance with me…

3 Responses

  1. This is truly beautiful, Dr Kul! I could visualize the field of flowers. 🙂

    It sounds like an ode of love, accompanied by an act of genuine contrition,….

    Forgive me; the cynic in me always wonders if amends are made out of genuine contrition or to serve the weeper.

    • Thanks Bubbly! The hubris in me is far too small to climb the ladder to extend this only for the weeper. It was I forced in contrition by my own selfishness. Ahh, but the Rose…

      Jon jacobs

  2. After I originally left a comment I appear to have clicked on the -Notify me when new comments are added- checkbox and from now on each time a comment is added I receive 4 emails with the exact same comment. There has to be a way you can remove me from that service? Kudos!

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