Chapter 4 - A Rose Upon A Grave
Submitted March 29, 2006 Updated November 11, 2006 Status Incomplete | Love, the thorny irony, the bittersweet thorn and petal. Poetry of the darker, and more poetic side of love.
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Chapter 4 - A Rose Upon A Grave
Chapter 4 - A Rose Upon A Grave
A single rose,
For all my love,
For all you do impart,
A single rose to light the way,
When all elsewhere is dark,
You hold me in your arms at night,
Speaking softly when I cry,
You look at me with such a depth,
I fear that I should die,
You share a likeness to a rose,
In ever many ways,
Your beauty is the physical,
Your perfection is the heart,
Your softness is the petals,
That ever do decieve,
Your nature is the thorns,
That belie your gentle voice,
So akin then to a rose,
When like a rose you wilt,
It is this irony that I now impart,
A single a rose upon your grave.
For all my love,
For all you do impart,
A single rose to light the way,
When all elsewhere is dark,
You hold me in your arms at night,
Speaking softly when I cry,
You look at me with such a depth,
I fear that I should die,
You share a likeness to a rose,
In ever many ways,
Your beauty is the physical,
Your perfection is the heart,
Your softness is the petals,
That ever do decieve,
Your nature is the thorns,
That belie your gentle voice,
So akin then to a rose,
When like a rose you wilt,
It is this irony that I now impart,
A single a rose upon your grave.
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