WHite Rose

With a Rose so Pure

Of Heart

Unlike Others

Others who Lust

For petals so sweet

I Lust for What

Can Not be seen

In the Process taking

Taking changes As they come

But, not for games

That people play

But, for what is Buried

Deep, Deep Down, in the Heart

So Deep, that maybe lost

And I shall find

Your voice is sweet symphony

Sweet songs to the heart

Butterflys dancing in my chest

Desiring you for you

Not for sweet petals

You Possess

With A heart so true

Can you say, any less

For I care for you

And forsake

All, the rest

J.P. Donnelly 2008