Legend has it
There’s a golden rose
That if you can find it,
And give it to your steadfast love
Then they’ll be yours forever
So I set out to find the golden rose
I traveled near and far
To find one to give to my love
I looked high and low
Under and over
I was just deciding that
The golden rose was just a myth
When I saw a golden glow
From the least expected place
Up ahead and under a sycamore tree
I found that which I was looking for
So, I found one that
Was just starting to bud
And I picked a golden rose
For my true love
I headed back to see
If the legend were true, you see
To find my true love in the arms of another
Was the last thing I desired
So I guess it was all a myth after all
About the Creator
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Comments (13)
Another beautiful poem! Well done!🥰
This is a beautiful piece, and I love that artwork.
I would have taken that beautiful rose for myself and left my “true love” high and dry. What a sad and unexpected ending! Very well told.
Wow, just a totally storyteller!!!!!!
I would have shoved that rose up his nose! Take that! Okay I gotta calm down. Loved your poem!
Ha you hood winked me with that ending I was expecting their love to last forever. Great poem
Is it a myth or it’s rare find ? Love this poem and the deep message I find in it .
Nice unexpected ending. Nice work.
Oh man, gut punched! Did not see that ending coming. Wonderful poem Mother Combs!
Oh, ugh! that creep! Loved this!
Oh no! So sad MC!
Great poetry and photo
I searched & searched until I found it. Alas, it was already in her hands, gifted to her by another.