A frail bond...?
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At the blush of early morn
With sunshine in my hands
I went out gathering roses
And on my way down
Towards a country lane
I found a comely garden
Full of blossoms of roses
I did hold them in my heart
And came home gay and buoyant
But so firmly they were held
That they slipped out of my heart
And fell to the ground
So swiftly they were
Carried away by the wind
Only to be seen floating on the water
Of a brook close by never to return
Alas! I could not catch one for her
And it seemed bonds were broken
Oh no, breathe on bosom my dear
For it is still present blended with love
As fresh as a rose in my raiment here
So the fragrance of your love, she can still smell and the beauty of the rose, she can again see in your heart! A very passionate write! Enjoyed!
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Beautiful poem with interesting lines..... For it is still present blended with love As fresh as a rose in my raiment here Loved the way you presented it.