A beautiful sweet rose,
blossoming in the soft wind.
Hollowing in it's growth,
from the scent that hearted.
From cradling the fragile,
I remember my grief.
For whom I thought to come
from the seven seas.
With the soft touch of it's thorn
that turn my flesh to wine
The trickery of a snake
that has jewel eyes.
The love of the petals
that I grew to cherish
For I wish to watch you bloom
from a bud to a heiress
My beautiful sweet rose,
please don't cry
That I shall forever be with you,
through day and night.
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The Coffee Hour
PoetryWhat's up Everybody! I'm doing this out of my own interest and so in so. I'm going to be writing short stories, poems, and chat(discussing topics) on life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy :)
