In a language and known only,
To the heart flows the rose,
And it speaks of loves existence,
In you for me that grows.

I know my love one day flowered,
When our two hearts first met,
Not even realizing then,
Wed fall in love that minute..

And when I think of loves sweetness,
I wonder if it shows,
Exposing all my new feelings,
So everybody knows.

Love is unceasingly desired,
And needed most of all,
And when it beckons heart and soul,
Love without end will call.

For it is like the flowering,
Of the sweetest red rose,
Seemingly unfolding always,
Living love it bestows.

Loves power mighty and gentle,
Will sweep over to greet,
Then give the most loving repose,
Yielding to me so sweet.

In a language and known only,
To the heart flows the rose,
And it speaks of loves existence,
In you for me that grows.


Author Unknown To Me

 

 

         

 

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