Trilogy of Love: May the love triangle form

This is a set of poems - all mine in origin - of love and devotion. Many symbols are used and some verses may be vague. This is because these are images from a number of dreams I have had. These three: i treasure!

Heart of A Rosebud: An angel's tear forms a white rosebud, blooming before thine eyes... faerie dust falling, kissing thine feet
The birth of love and devotion... comes with an angel's song... and a white rosebud placed upon thine lips... a passionate kiss from an angel...

Passion of A Rose: Passionate cries from the angel express the passion within its heart... full of appraisal for the love it knows

This passion that comes with love... a pair of souls... bonded... taking hold of love and the fire that is born within... what holds them together... the passion of a rose...

Heart of A Rose: The beauty of a rose comes to an end... and the heart begins to die... yet the beauty of a dying rose... the beauty of love still exists

What comes of love when the heart begins to die... when the heart of the rose is witnessed... when the rose begins to die... and wither... yet, the passion lives... as does the love...

Legacy of Love: the legends of wo/man... the legends of love... what comes through... it is love... and the rosebud lives

This is the entire set of love poems in the legacy. These, except for The Demolished Man, are all images compiled from my dreams in order to understand my dreams as much as I can by understanding the poems.

Love is all there is... find it... take it... don't let go!

Heart of A Rosebud: An angel's tear forms a white rosebud, blooming before thine eyes... faerie dust falling, kissing thine feet
The birth of love and devotion... comes with an angel's song... and a white rosebud placed upon thine lips... a passionate kiss from an angel...

Passion of A Rose: Passionate cries from the angel express the passion within its heart... full of appraisal for the love it knows

This passion that comes with love... a pair of souls... bonded... taking hold of love and the fire that is born within... what holds them together... the passion of a rose...

Heart of A Rose: The beauty of a rose comes to an end... and the heart begins to die... yet the beauty of a dying rose... the beauty of love still exists

What comes of love when the heart begins to die... when the heart of the rose is witnessed... when the rose begins to die... and wither... yet, the passion lives... as does the love...

The Demolished Heart: The temple inside crumbles... where once was a heart... now fallen from grace... the angel still loves
When love falls and time roams by on its own love arrow... sweet life taken over by night... and night taken in reverence towards fate and what comes with it... may the Fates bless this charred soul...

Black Peacock: Once as beautiful as the rose in its hand... the angel turns black as night... full of pain and anguish... from the loss...
The black peacock... souless in its lifeless existence... the life of one... a blank slate... as the sun burns through its black feathers into its flesh... and into the heart... shall there ever be shelter from this pain?... this love?...

Royalty of Ice and Gold: Love comes of age... as the passion burns through the ice and finds a wreath of gold
Down comes the eternal bliss of the heart as the white rosebud... once beautiful... becomes the black rose... and the black ice comes... but melts with the passion of the heart of an angel...

Banana and Cherry Cocktail: Birth and its beauty... love and its creation... potential... and the beauty of life... may the gods exalt thee
When Mother Earth begins... when the crow wakens... when the sun dies... and the moon breathes... there shall be life... and beauty... beauty of birth... beauty of its origination... may the love gods take mine in... for the mother is as beautiful as a goddess...