Fractured perceptions of an illusioned mind
Can't see the truth and is out of time
Like the white rabbit straining in hurry
Cannot talk for everything's so blurry
Silver vines secluding the soul
A heartbeat so tender it cannot be controlled
For protection it's enveloped in thorns
But attraction slips through and love is still born
Romantic, poetic - A single white rose
Knowing the pen can conquer any foe
A rythmic melody when two lips meet
Is greater than any other wondrous feat.
"Romantic, poetic - A single white rose"
I liked that line.
I like this poem, as well. You're right, a good kiss is always remembered... Sometimes a first kiss, as well.