Gene's Writings

Passions Rose

Sequel to the poem "Who Can Say How Roses Grow"

Amazing how love stirs the heart.
When the heart has lost it's way.
Passions lost emotions part.
A miracle  came to be one day.
The soul with joy is weeping so.
My beloved makes the roses grow.

Many were the hours dark.
Loneliness the bodies need.
Teared emotions make there mark.
Then one came and plant the seed.
Patients had begun to show.
How my beloved made the roses grow.

Flowing essence to enhance.
Bonded in a reverence.
Of those sacred places dance.
Never to regret the chance.
The seed of love that's watered owe.
My beloved makes the roses grow.

Simple is the love that found.
Memories of pleasures take.
Gentile touches softly sound.
Blissful to crescendo make.
Each gives of honor to bestow.
My beloved makes the roses grow.

An inner peace the future sees.
Spend the ages with one content.
Trust each other that believes.
Free is the gift that has been sent.
Look to each other and they know.
Why my beloved makes the roses grow.

Promise made within the heart.
Never take for granted of.
The love in which the two impart.
This gift that's given from above.
Commit unconditionally and bestow.
That my beloved makes the roses grow.

In all the world who could see.
How the two had become one.
That just they two are meant to be.
Not to know what they begun.
Love has blossomed, threw life they go.
My beloved made the roses grow.

Gene Brodie - Finished 12-06-09 / 9:35 PM