Poems by Rose

Galatea

Galatea indeed is he
Vision of her thoughts, see
Never knew it is possible
For mere thought's improbable

Azure eyes, she dreams
Deep as ocean blue that beams
Calms the soul in need
Banishes others, take heed

Amalgam of the finest is he
Her preference's epitome
Western world combined
With natives maligned

Physical beauty disappears
When one reaches midyears
Depend not on wealth, too
"To thine own self be true"

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