Color as red as blood,
A perfectly shaped bud.
A sensuous rose hand picked by God.
What a sight to see.
Wishing to touch, but can't be.
For the thorns would only prick me.
Are your intentions;
As clear as the vase?
Or as muddled as the water?
I'd hope for the latter.
For your inauthenticity
Won't cause us any matter.
However, for trying to seek the root,
I seemed to made you suffer.
For that I'm sorry, truly.
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In Heart's Content - A Collection Of Poems-
PoetryTo forbidden love, heartaches, confessions, and goodbyes. This is a collection of poems that exposes the inner thoughts of love.
