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A Conversation With A Rose

by FRANK MAGUIRE

Thy fairest flower of fairest form
So majestical and true
Thy fairest flower would you mind
If I sat and talked to you
I’ll tell to you a tale of love
So rich and true divine
It happened not that long ago
And this tale of love is mine

I feel that we have met before
On perfect summer days
You remind me of my one true love
In oh so many ways
As I sit here and I look at you
My memories untwine
Revealing thoughts of wanton love
That once were hers and mine

Your form reflects the way my love
Portrayed herself with grace
The contours of your petals
Are the smile upon her face
Your intoxicating fragrance
Is the perfume she once wore
It fills my body and my soul
Right now just as before

Your colour is her bonnie hair
Like a rainbow set at night
The bluish tinges on your leaves
Are her eyes that shone so bright
Drops of dew remind me of
The tears that she once cried
But now they are invisible
Like your dewdrops that have dried

You and my love both close your world’s
When darkness does bestow
You hide your forms at eventide
And bow your heads so low
Your thorns are very hard to see
Hidden by a sprawling leaf
Reminds me of the way my love
Was happy to deceive

Can Love

by FRANK MAGUIRE

 Can love be wider than the shore
Or deeper than the sea
Is it brighter than the shining moon
That glows incessantly
Can love be stronger than the tide
That rages with such ease
And can it be so gentle
As a summer morning breeze

Can love be warmer than the sun
Or a fire raging so
Is it stronger than the hardest stone
That was laid, so long ago
Can love be sweeter than the scent
Of flowers in the spring
And can it almost always set
The coldest heart to sing

Can love span all the universe
Or reach into our soul
Is it with us when we live and die
To make us forever whole
Can love be each and everything
To determine what will be
And can it stand the test of time
For all eternity

Can love be autumn colours
Or the purest winter snow
Is it flowers in the springtime
With an evening summer glow
Can love be but the greatest truth
To stand forever tall
And can it be so perfect as
The greatest gift of all

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