(Another beautiful poem from Cynthia. Her talented pen has a magical touch for great poems.The words flow like that of a calm stream. Excellent one indeed,Cynthia.Thanks)
New World
The Flower Of Liseiux
A French maiden with a smile,
Walked the garden by a mile
Pondered on exquisite fount
Smelled poinsettias on mount.
How can I climb to Thee?
Not brilliant as Thomas see!
No mystic as Julian of Norwich,
Nor Theresa of Avila so rich!
Is there a ladder that soars...
To reach Thee by the moors
Or a tower beyond the height
To embrace Thee with might!
Seeking you by my hazel eyes,
A reflection of the blue skies
Searching you by my senses,
Missed the horizon of lenses!
Unravelled a secret tonight,
Love makes my world alive
Mirth fills the air as I glide
Slowly will be an easy ride!
I will rain roses on the ground
Travel across the globe round
Spread Thy sweet fragrance...
Therese of Lisieux is my name!
All rights reserved: BY
Cynthia Abegail Bernardo
New World
The Flower Of Liseiux
A French maiden with a smile,
Walked the garden by a mile
Pondered on exquisite fount
Smelled poinsettias on mount.
How can I climb to Thee?
Not brilliant as Thomas see!
No mystic as Julian of Norwich,
Nor Theresa of Avila so rich!
Is there a ladder that soars...
To reach Thee by the moors
Or a tower beyond the height
To embrace Thee with might!
Seeking you by my hazel eyes,
A reflection of the blue skies
Searching you by my senses,
Missed the horizon of lenses!
Unravelled a secret tonight,
Love makes my world alive
Mirth fills the air as I glide
Slowly will be an easy ride!
I will rain roses on the ground
Travel across the globe round
Spread Thy sweet fragrance...
Therese of Lisieux is my name!
All rights reserved: BY
Cynthia Abegail Bernardo
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