After committing to the picture, I thought, I might add a line… so I had to redo the picture – a nice development.
My Rose
My Brave Rose
Salutes the Sun
And shuns the frost’s first kiss.
She declares…
…They will not be lovers.
The barren wall
Is her suitor
A calmer suitor cannot be found
In all Christendom.
He is her rock – her fortress
And basks in her beauty
As she basks in his reflected warmth…
And so
They are Sympatico
Enchanting Poetry 