In days long ago a lady lived,
A vision of loveliness,
Amidst gilded butterflies she was,
Hailed as..The Golden Princess.

Wanting to grasp the long stemmed red rose,
Up close to her heart a thorn,
Pierced her finger in anguish leaving,
Her hopeless..lost and forlorn.

Unfolding underneath the red rose,
Petals the thorn punctured deep,
In her flesh making the tears fall..in,
Silence she begins to weep.

One beautiful red rose to charm her,
Without saying..I love you,
Unconditional love forever,
More making its first debut.

Oh her inner being's aflutter,
Just conceiving in her eyes,
The excitement and enchantment..love's,
Beauty she does visualize.

Hair beautifully adorned with pink,
Rose clusters she holds the rose,
Close against her..feeling love's beauty,
One golden treasure she knows.

And for his love she longs, imagines,
He's near..and her breath holds fast,
Trembling in anticipation of,
Their beautiful love..at last.

Yes..the bridal rose of enduring,
Passion and romantic love,
All the beauty of joy and sweetness,
Sent from Heaven's Throne Above.

Hidden in whisperings of night there's,
A scattering of gold dust,
Though it's only wings of butterflies,
With angel kisses..each gust.

The wings of silent butterflies glow,
Golden like flashes of light,
From stars on high..even the moon fills,
Her lonely heart with delight.

The creative spirit of true love's strong,
Much stronger than any thorns,
Captivating sweet thoughts and secrets,
To beautify..love adorns.

In days long ago a lady lived,
A vision of loveliness,
Amidst gilded butterflies she was,
Hailed as..The Golden Princess.

©Sondra McPherson
30 January 2009
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