For Hazel, and the husband of my dearest guide Serenity of when she was flesh and blood.
Come hither my dear
Let me whisper in your ear
The tale of how you
Blew the stars away
With your radiant grace
When I did look upon you
This morning's day
As the sun broke through
And you basked in it's rays
As it made you shimmer in dazzling ways
Roses are crimson
Violets are venetian blue
Might I look upon your grace
Through the fog and morning dew
But the violets are bloody
And the roses are dead
Compared to your beauty
They are more overly often spoken
Then said
Shall I procure
From my bag
An unorthodox lily instead?
For in the spring of love
Summer
Never
Ends
Roses are red and bloody
These violets and lilies are for you
Don't say you love me because I know
You do
My darling
So my darling valentine may I present you
Your lone lily
In the dusk
Bloody with love
And future memories of us.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
