Tale of meeting of two roses
Here we have a poem I wrote after visiting Maine, I think you might like it as much as I did writing it ^_^.
Enjoy!
How kind the days, where little the thyme One meets two roses so sublime.
Where heart makes herald of duty languish Leaves thee unruly and only in anguish.
With one rose named Linda, one finds much heart There with rose george-anne, instead you find art.
Both are pleasant company and do we find fuse; If only a secret that stands to amuse.
How time can pass and lean on the mile; when truth hits and we stand on a dial.
Knowing is not half the fun, but doing is knowing and that much is done.