Poetry From Heaven

Where the sunrays bring forth the light,

a miracle of wonder,

as a flowering bud now ready to unfold,

perfumed petals soft to touch,

that of a kiss from God upon the cheek,

while thorns He takes upon himself to hold,

is a rose so sweet plucked from His heart,

are words he need not speak;

To be a flower chastised with drops of dew,

would it to be a rose blessed, His unspoken love,

a poem sent from above?

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