The plum <br />the fresh look <br />the fragrance <br />the prettiness <br />the gorgeous eyes <br /> <br />when dreams were thought to be over <br />when a heart was ravish with pains <br />when all that was close was far away <br />when the old was gone like the wind <br />you came to heal my heart <br /> <br />those soft touch of a hand from you <br />that awakens all the deads within <br />the embrace with a reviving balm <br />telling on us, who we are <br />through this together forever <br /> <br />you were the healing <br />you were the real one <br />you were the beam <br />you were the love <br />you were the uncommon rose <br /> <br />I will crest your love on my breast <br />in this desert for all to see you <br />through all the seventy beats <br />of my heart <br />you heal my soul and my heart <br />you are the uncommon rose...<br /><br />John Ugolo Umah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncommon-rose/
