Kevin Nesbitt

Rookie (March 15th 1951 / Dublin City)

The Black Rose

The illegitimate offspring of passion and desire, that beautiful black rose without a heart, without a soul, that wilts and withers in the dawn with passion's spent desire. Fades and dies in the wake of beauty's decay, for only love's red rose can truly say; 'Dear one I love you now and more than yesterday'. How sweet the kiss that srealeth my brea

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