November poetry, part II

colourful roses

You can put me up on a pedestal
And tell me I'm the best
But I know deep down inside
That my ego's just a pest
I'll love you and I'll adore you
And put you up on a shelf
But deep down inside I know
It's just selfish love for myself

***

Love is like a stranger
You never know what it will do
It can make you happy
Or make you blue

Love is like a gambler
You never know when it will strike
It can make you rich
Or make you poor

Love is like the weather
You never know when it will change
It can be sunny
Or it can rain

***

The sun is up
The air is cold
My heart is hot
For the love I hold

We met
in the Alps
Where the snow is fresh
And so the love

You took my hand
We walked,
talked
And laughed

A perfect day
For #love
That's as fresh
As the snow

***

Everything
spoke to me of love
the trees with their branches reaching out
the sun with its warmth
the breeze with its caress
the rain with its soft touch
the snow with its blanket of peace
everything
everywhere
spoke to me of love

***

Roses
in my hair

Fragrance of love
in the air.

Like a rose
I bloom in love

Thorns and all
I'm feeling tough.

Cupid's arrows
pierce my heart

Love's sweet pain
rips me apart.

Feeling like
I can weather

any storm
With love's light.

***

I have to ask
about the smile
that lights up
your face
whenever we
talk about love.

Is it because
you've found the one
or because
you're finally free
to be yourself?

I can't help
but wonder
if it's because
of roses
You brought me?

Whatever.
I'm glad
it's the way it is.

***

Don't make me crawl
I want to touch the sun
And then, maybe, love

***

In front of mirror,
Hair up in a messy bun.
Looking tired. #Friday.

***

I opened my eyes
In front of the mirror
Hair up in a messy bun
Looking tired. It's Friday
There was one shoe on the step

***

The leafs are falling down
Like ticks of metronome
The sound of time passing

The sun shines in
Like a spotlight on my life
Everything is clear
For a moment

I am the star
I and leafs are falling
Into the past
Into memories
Into myself

***

Doors, people,
Some open easily,
Others take a little more work,
Some are worth going through,
Others are best left alone.

People like doors
Others are best left alone.
You,
You ou have your own key
To open or not is up to you

***

A rose so red, so soft and sweet
A bank of hope, a place to keep
A place of dreams and treasures stored
The rose blooms in what it has poured
It blooms in beauty and in grace
The bank of life, a special place
A place of trust and security
Where riches stored hold great clarity
The rose and bank, together they stand
Offering hope and a helping hand
A rose of beauty, a bank of trust
Where life's blessings will surely bust

***

Roses bloom
and bloom again
offering us hope and zen
to find the strength
to comprehend
the love
without an end

The swan
in the sky
show us
a destiny to try
As fragile roses
blossom and die
We forgive and we cry

The #swan will stay
and keep the peace
embracing us
with joy and ease
as roses fade
our #love won't cease