I can't believe it
He's down on his knees
Holding upwards that
Deep red velvet box
Cracks open the lid
Revealing the prize
The huge diamond ring
Worth's a queen's ransom
Sparkling like glass
Crown of all jewels
Sun of the lit stars
Candle in the night
Yet I ponder this:
Is this all I'm worth,
All this love is worth
Just a diamond ring?
*credits to my friend: she wrote a shape poem on this same topic
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
