O my fellow Swain
Don't envy Rose again,
Gentle are her words
Poured on poems she read.
Seeing her spread message of love
Fills my soul like a boat in cove
Oh how my soul finds rest
As I read her comment.
O my fellow Swain
Don't envy Rose again
She's gentle humble soul
Dissiminating imbued role.
My dear, Varsha, your beautiful poem made me feel like I am in heaven. I am deeply honored and humbled.
Well captured, Varsha, so inflinchingly said, I have enjoyed your emotive gestures in this ardent poem.5 Stars! Thank you so much for sharing.
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From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. You gave me inspiration.