A Scent of Remembrance

Mr Lincoln Rose, one of the most fragrant roses there are, beware tho', there are many thorns.

 

                           SONNET

 

A love which grew like any love I know,

Dear Mr Lincoln Sir, how sweet a smell

So fragrant to the nose, my eyes do glow

Affections of the heart, pray kiss-or-tell.

 

If just between ourselves, - a closer pry,

To say, forgive the sigh, a ghastly red,

Conspires with danger, yet, I cannot lie,

It pleads what tad officious men have said.

 

Indeed, you’ll find imperative a task

To stop an endless ask of may do wells,

A rose with rich reward a scent will masque

The gathering of thorns leaves slow repels.

 

It is for keeps to lop. Now stop right there,

How painful partings dare to smell the air?

Author's Note

The Mr Lincoln Rose is one of the most fragrant if roses

Reviews

[Ana B.]

Love the teasing subtle atmosphere of this. A most lovely Sonnet, dear author. :)