Much I marvelled the silent eros
By the grave I saw the points
Once I sat engaged and handing
Valentines Day - tormentor of my dreams.
On that day my soul grew east,
Deep into that darkness perfuming
I awoke and flung the halley
I heard a lonely red overplaying.
By - Rosalee Heart Stanford
Oringal poem by Rosalee
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PoetryAll of these poems are made by me, Rosalee Stanford, please do not say it is your own poems.
