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Oh Dewey Rose
Why do you weep? When it is I whom you have cut with your thorns. My blood maketh rivers, while your tears raineth down, Causing my wound to sting all the more. Oh how I wish I could hold you dear rose But how can I when you push me away? The one with the knife, With the angelic charms, Will soon be your master, And no more tears will you ever cry. But I shall be left with the scar of your beauty, And he, only a wilted stem. He will see ashes and petals long gone, But my radiant rose wilt thou forever be. Come to me! My Lovely Rose! Remove thy thorns from one small spot! For though you fade within my arms, I shall forever hold thy scar, And will cherish you all the more. Reward me for my gentleness, Do not be swept away by his knife. Let me stop the tears, Dry the dew from thine eyes, And keep you in my pocket, Near to my heart.
Copyright Anyabells 2008
gothgirl added this comment 2008-11-02 17:32:23-06:00
oh this is lovely:)
dragenruler added this comment 2008-11-04 10:18:24-06:00
Nice... Loved it!!! 5 stars!
gothgirl added this comment 2008-11-02 17:32:23-06:00
oh this is lovely:)
dragenruler added this comment 2008-11-04 10:18:24-06:00
Nice... Loved it!!! 5 stars!