A rare rose
A rose as rare as this is a beauty in garnet and flees
like a kiss,
a soft velvety embrace like no other can bring.
You are to me beyond any that can compare to a cool kiss.
But still my rose turned black, drained of life from passions that kill.
A heart like this aw how it bleeds for this.
Such beauty you bear
with rosy cheeks
and an ice cold stair
It burns for your touch
a sting from embers of your love
leaving me to a pile of ash.
My rose is nothing but blacked soot
crumbling at your very touch.
My lips burn of red as passions rise from such sins within.
I know now how love can tear apart at the heart strings
I know now how too love and feel the passions within.
Tell my cup is over felled with lust and doubt
these lips of mine
as rosy as time will permit
I blush to know your touch
your kiss warms me within.
Aw what a rare rose indeed this is.
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