The Girl With The Glasses

A collection of poems

written by me or reminds

me of my sunshine

White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; Oh, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rose bud With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Love comes quietly, finally, drops

about me, on me,

in the old ways.

What did I know thinking myself able to go

alone all the way. My shelter

You are a shelter of love

I need to shelter under your love When I am cold, I need your warmth I long for the shelter of your love.

It's been cold and empty out here This season I don't need a blanket To keep me warm

You are a shelter of love

This passionate love has kept me strong It's my hope and you are my dream

I can't be tired waiting for you To keep me warm