Inquiring the one for me.
I had no conviction to how it was going to be.
To stumble along these lines.
Who ever new it would be so rigorous.
To find this delicate Blue Rose.
So persevering to find this one.
Wanting to deem the Roman springs.
Seeking for her.
The myriad feelings never said.
Approaching my Blue Rose.
Appearing near to me.
This perfect figure.
The most alluring eyes.
Never deflecting her unique smile.
Is this a glimpse of my Blue Rose?
The one who I have been yarning for.
The angle of lust.
Here to set me free.
She has come to be admired.
I have found my Blue Rose.
Poet By:
Adam M. Jack.
