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by jeremy chaila | |
Published on: Aug 12, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=4137 | |
My love you’re like a rose to me, an ever blooming flower The brilliance of your blood-red love produces your fine colour In snow or rain or sunny bliss greet my lips with a stunning kiss The light that shines so bright from within you, is like a torch in the middle of mist I take you in my hand sweet flower; wherever I go you come with me And when you’re hurt or in pain, the thorns on your stem prick me When you’re hurt I bleed but the red of my blood blends so well with your petals That our love gets united like welded metal Don’t know where I would be, dead I suppose If you weren’t there smiling up at me dear rose. « return. |