A red wild rose flower
A wild love every hour
The beauty of it in the woods
The red colour so bright in the woods
Being a distract to the hunter
Making the Impala escape his arrow
The wild rose raising his brows.
A beautiful rose one can’t believe
A glance at it, a smile it leaves
Wild beautiful love at scene
For a day it is seen
And forever remains in the heart
The long distance never hurt
For what we bear is true love.
A thought of the first day
A thought of the first hug
The smiles and chuckles bring joy
To this point of time
To the present days of life.
Moments we shall still hang on
And wish they will still come forth.
Envy creeps on seeing other lovers
As they cuddle and kiss
Their snog forces thoughts
Thoughts of our own love
Wild love that would come to open
Out of the dreams to reality
Time hurts as it pains to wait
The wait that we know not of the end.