Wednesday, July 08, 2009


The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Hosted by Mary, the teach
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EG CameraGirl said...

One of my favourite songs, Felisol! And it's such a lovely photo of your daughter.

Annie Jeffries said...

A beautiful song Fel. Your portrait of Serina is an absolute jaw-dropper. So beautiful she is. Just flawless.

Terry said...

oh what a lovely rose you have here felisol.
a sweet pure rose indeed and delicate! terry

annalarssonphotography said...

Beautiful portrait in sepia and that song is a perfect match to this photo!

Anonymous said...

I love that song. That photo is a winner too. Enjoy the rest of the week.

maryt/theteach said...

Felisol, another lovely picture of your daughter! Happy SEpia Scenes! :)

Karen ~Georgia Angel said...

Beautiful song and portrait.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Gorgeous profile in sepia! Wonderful character appeal!

Ralph said...

This is a beautiful and mysterious picture. the sepia softens the shadows and paints a beautiful and thoughtful person. You have created and chosen a lovely subject - sepia or not...

Kris said...

I agree with Ralph.

It would be beautiful even if it weren't your daughter or in sepia, but it is, which makes it ever prettier. :)

That song, my sister and I, we do an awesome duet at that! We MELT people! Haha. Yeah. No, seriously, we sound pretty cool. It's a nice song.

Anyway, hope you're doing well. Hugs and luvs.

Mrs. Mac said...

A Rose by any other name would not smell as sweet! Enjoy your beautiful Rose.

Unknown said...

Hi Felisol, thanks for stopping by and for the info on the white flowers (Black Elder) glad you enjoyed the read.
I'll have to try sepia with my new camera, your daughter is lovely.

Dianne said...

a beautiful portrait and a beautiful song

Amrita said...

The words of that song are very touching.
Illumens the lovely photo of Serina

Serina must be working at her house job.

kayerj said...

what a lovely rose.
Hope you can stop by to see my sepia scene Thanks!

Crown of Beauty said...

Dear Felisol,
Thank you for visiting again. It delighted my heart.You guessed right, I have been sad...and feeling like a stranger in my own home! Maybe it is what you call a reverse culture shock... re-entry adjustment... Of course many things were waiting for me. Will write about them hopefully...

Have not been able to visit my blog friends the past days.

Now this sepia picture of Serina is beautiful.

And this poem you posted, where did you get it? It is so beautiful and worth re-posting on my own blog! I love the words, they are so true.

Blessings on your day dear friend.

Crown of Beauty said...

Hi, I don't know if my earlier comment was saved. Just want you to know your comment on my last post, and this post My Sepia Rose touched my heart so deeply, it led me to write a post about my own daughter!

Read it when you have time...


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Constance said...

She is certainly a beautiful bloom in your lovely garden!

Jim said...

Felisol, it sounds like your wrist is getting better, I see a lot of capital letters here. I hope it is.

Thanks for peeking in on me, I almost slowed down in blogging again. Yes, people "who have little loose more when they loose everything" was the reason I am such a good gambler. I couldn't afford to lose at all.
Of course I don't gamble even a little bit, not even lottery tickets anymore.