How do you obtain the grower of love? Will it take the flight of another dove? To reach the skies and receive the light How blinded I am by your helpless sight No longer should you be so bold or rash To sit is to run and avoid the lash And look to the ground to soak in the red A flower takes time to grow from the dead From seed and patience this rose did arise To kiss the grower, a pleasant surprise
I did this poem for English class. it is (I hope) in perfect iambic pentameter, however I may come back to revise it if I see a mistake. This poem is dedicated to a renewed hope, and wonderful feelings of happiness. (Updated)