nature nurture

A rose, my friend, is always a rose,
no matter from whence the soil it grows.

so is it our nature or our nurture,
that determines our stature?

Weeds will always choke the host,
destruction & turmoil is their boast.

A peaceable person is always kind,
No matter the storms, that rage in the mind.

a rose will always grow into a rose,
no matter the soil from whence it grows.

Dont be fooled by those who always blame,
a peaceable nature will tygers try tame.

the real question to life's answers are,
am I a weed or rose, seen from afar?

The picture

You painted a picture & I was there.
future mists tangible in love & despair.

The picture for good times & for toil,
containing the hardship & the right royal.

You painted a picture & visioned myself,
covered in love & full spiritual wealth.

A picture so real i tasted the air.
of a dream together, a dream to share.

You painted a picture & I was alive.
with love & happiness for this i now strive.

You painted a picture for me & you.
a picture so vivid,  im now painting it too.

QJD to his wife