My most Dear Unknown (51)

In search of beauty.


I sought beauty,
A special one.
From far away
I saw more sparks.

I came near;
It was the loved man.
Each single spark,
Was a virtue.

I learned and read,
News alphabets,
Then more words,
In foreign tongues.

Words were as follows:
Sincerity, love,
Modesty, diligence,
Sacrifice, honesty.

I stopped to read,
For, sparks flow up.
And theirs place,
Was now replaced.

Appeared roses,
So red as blood,
Covered with tears
Of the loved man.

He offered me,
A nice bunch.
I kissed the roses,
As in a dream.


SUN-TWIN