The man kissed her hand Bowed and handed her that love The love called Rose The Red rose The thorns for the beauty To make her protected , secured Still plucked and given The beauty of the Redness The slender stem... The petals so smooth The glow of dark redness the fragrance so deep The lastness of a day The beauty getting darker The fusion of the love The loved ones beloved gift The petals plucked out The skin damaged The flower spoiled And torn and tired You my beauty , My Red Rose The pale and the dead The half broken and kept To be seen as a clown To the world
nice thinking ....have a sweet dreams ....
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