Like A New Bloomed Rose Poem by Michael Ejire

I found myself in the garden of roses;
How sweet the sight of roses,
Sweetness that no word can name
And each holds in its heart a torch of flame.

I saw a new bloomed rose,
A red rose
That thrills the soul,
And makes the heart roll.

The spell was over,
Reality came over,
I called her rose
And she smiled at me like a new bloomed rose.

Her personality like that of a red rose;
Her beauty like that of a rose;
Her radiant face illuminates my soul;
Her contagious smile makes my smile roll.

Come, all ye admirers;
Come with your desires;
Come and smell the rose;
Come and smell the seductive fragrance that'll make you doze.

Dedicated to Oyindamola Tayo
Copyright © Ejire Michael