Whence art thine author?
Whence does He live.
An author so full of love
That he sent the exquisite thee.
Is His ink bloody-red as thine rich petals?
A love letter exquisite as thee
Required soldiers faithful as thy thorns.
And thy author knew well.
Go reach all men.
Go teach them beauty
born from love:
Love of thy author,
Love of a father or a mother,
Love of a sibling or a stranger,
Love of woman for her man
Or her man's for her.
And thy author shall rejoice.
(*Roses are nature's love letters)
YOU ARE READING
To You(my Dear World)[#TheWattys2017]#TEAwards
PoetryHighestRank #5[13-4-17] "my love, I will be your west So you can lay and rest When you've shined enough and dusk wins and there's no more strength to shine some more. ⭐"Do not laugh at a poor coat. Lest the rich heart inside it laugh at your poor he...
![To You(my Dear World)[#TheWattys2017]#TEAwards](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/96362653-64-k427302.jpg)