eternity is not a rose

I thought your poem beautifully breathless the only thing I would loose the space inbetween with and out in the third last line, you have an extra 'm' in tomorrow next to without, and horizens/horizons in the sixth line beautifully done as per the norm love and big hugs JC x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Adorable you. I miss you like crazy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mutEXMmkfFI we were young then perfect imitations of ourselves we had yet to fall in love ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach

Ann of Norway The petal in the dim twilight, slowly, slowly slid so slightly, then some more, each soft surface caressing the other, the remaining petals disturbed just a little and then it fell into air, it fell equally slowly, light as it was in the air, slowly curling as it went and very slightly swinging from side to side and turning, and turning, it dropped onto the grass beneath, where, it sunk into your heart. Dear brother mine, Barry, you seduce the moonbeams to light up your poem about the rose, the much loved, adored rose, of love itself. Ann sends you her love too. I think you must be a phenomenal lover!!!