The Rose Poem by Tara Bridget Moore

Once upon a handshake between palm

and amber leaf,

You made a tender promise

before time became a thief.

Below the falling autumn leaves,

As red as Mountain Ash,

I kissed the paleness of your cheek,

Desiring what Angels seek.

Upon my hands were petals,

You placed against my cheek,

Telling of a story, eternity would keep.

As we prepare to leave this world,

Two souls may join once more,

To dance amongst the stars above,

The light of heaven’s door.

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