Expressionism and Roses

          there have been many roses since time

never have i seen a rose that is so kind

when i saw you for the first time,I was in a state of sublime

the shades of laughter,happiness and prime

in a state of joy I was,and there were certain thoughts I wanted to align

unable to express,responsiveness seemed blind

expressions seemed refined,from the beauty of the divine

a thought i was lost in,when you were not around

I had a feeling,you could be found

where others frown,a hope I had that was profound

where others fail,i found a way

but not in this world it was,it was in a world where dreams sail

and my thoughts were eager like a blue whale,so i followed the trail

gone was the fear,and motive was clear

my dear,wait I would for years

ready I was,to make you near

without fear,or tears

Shwetank