The Promise,
by J. W. Cassandra
I was born from the kiss of the spring breeze,
I was born from the kiss of the moonlight,
I was born from the gentle kiss of sunshine:
I am for you the Promise: a little rosebud, shy…
I am for you the Promise for the Summer:
My pomp will give your beauty forever,
My fragrance gives you your charm even:
I’m a rosebud for you, Promise from Heaven…
25/05. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra
