This is one poem I wrote, if you enjoy write back.



anything intended with love is worth giving.....just glad to be part of the gift.

One rose pedal, one piece, one part,
For caution, for care, for comfort...art
My beginning was lost between it's folding heart
Before the blossom opened, before the bloom did start
I saw it before it was, I heard it's song
I smelled it's appearing, such beauty belongs
then tore, ripped, pulled, and plucked, placed in a jar to see
We slowly cry, We slowly die
How picture-perfect love captured me
My crushing perfume, our crushing art
My fragrant death, Our fragrant life's start

paul martin coca
copywritten april 2009