Seven Red Roses
Seven red roses, one for each day,
Each petal a promise, come what may.
One for Monday, fresh and bright,
To start the week with hopeful light.
Tuesday’s rose, a deeper hue,
A sign that love will see us through.
Wednesday brings a bloom so bold,
A warmth to hold when nights are cold.
Thursday’s rose whispers sweet,
In fragrant grace, our hearts will meet.
Friday’s flower, soft and sweet,
A promise that our love is deep.
Saturday’s rose, a radiant flare,
For all the little moments we share.
Sunday’s bloom, the week’s last song,
A love like roses, steady and strong.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Great work with the rhyming and the overall poem. It is even to me kind of singsongy.