I went to smell the rose on springs first day.
The rose not bloom'd I saw in great dismay.
With haste I ran and asked the lord for rain.
To see my love my rose be born again.
I wait and soon my heart begins to break.
My dear poor rose please bloom for my own sake.
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Eggbyuni's Book of Poems
PoetryThis is simply a book filled with all the poems I've ever written and I'll share it with you. (instead of posting poems separately I'll put them all here) Ignore the name change ~
