Sunday, December 4, 2011

Rose


May I lay a thorned rose upon your grave,
                                                                earthly and new?
To represent the love that you gave,
                                                          harsh but true.
Even after you’ve gone far away,
                                                          I’ll always turn to you.
For the prick from the thorn subsides,
                                                          When the fragrance seeps through.

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