My Rose

What more is there to say?

I found you in a bed of ashes

Your petals soft and sweet

Even though the wind bashes

Creating delicate pleats

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Placed elegantly atop a stem

Your set of luscious lips call

You are une belle femme

For you I will fall

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I stare at your beauty unable to fathom

Look at your head, adorned with dew

See beyond your spacing chasm

And know already that I love you

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I try to take you with me,

You I try to pick,

But I gaze down and see

My skin one of your thorns has pricked

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A tiny price to pay to have you

A few drops of blood,

Of my love, this is my dew

The nourishment of the golden bud

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I can't take you with me though

If I take you from your roots

You will warp and wither so

But my love for you never mutes

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I will watch you bloom again

On one of my visits to your home

It will cause me great pain

To know you must stay in your loam

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You may never know that I exist

I know that we can never be

I may still meet up for our tryst

But you are you and I am me.

 

Author's Note

Give me the honest truth.

Reviews

[Janna Ruusuvuori]

I saw the movie running through my mind. Lively, bittersweet and compelling. Though roses can become birds with the right waves. Perhaps the lover is a bard?

[Aaron Parker]

Thanks for reviewing Janna! Awww, that's such a compliment! You're really too kind. Ooh, very interesting. Roses God's instruments!!!! I'll definitely have to consider. Eeh, that's up to interpretation. :)