Poem: The Nardos in My Room

nardos

The Nardos in my room, bring forth their sweet perfume
As if to say Amor, of this you can be sure
More blooms we shall display with every passing day
Do not be sad

When our brief time is past, our fragrance will at last
Adorn the minds of those who ventured by and chose
What life was offering and with it everything
That could be had

My friend do not ignore the wonders at your door
Embrace them while you live and at the end you’ll give
Your own heartfelt applause because you’ll know there was
No more to add

 

Written at Cabildo Suites in Buenos Aires, Argentina

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About Louis William Rose

“I stand for Liberty. What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.” Louis William Rose is a member of the National Association of Parliamentarians, he lectures on the subject of parliamentary procedure and political process. He serves as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a local businessman, and Alexander, a successful real estate professional here in Jacksonville.
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