I awoke to the brightest day <br />that ever shone, <br />'twas so fair to see; <br />for the light came from <br />a rare and splendid rose, <br />standing right in front of me. <br />I'll carry this vision <br />lovingly in my heart <br />until the day I die. <br />And every memory I hold dear <br />will return with the <br />light in your eyes. <br />For thou art my rose, <br />the flower of my earthly joy, <br />never to wilt upon the stem; <br />and I, a mere budding tree <br />with arms outstretched, <br />shall ever crave your sunshine in <br />them.<br /><br />TIJANI ADEBOWALE DESTINY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-rose-30/
