To lay mine eyes upon thine innocence
these eglantines were calm and mild
‘tas a sweet deadly mischievous scent
like that song sung by the siren child
my crimson life drips out of my hand
adding color to the floral scene
and the pain ‘twas wonderfully summoned
through the gaps from deep within
I lay blissfully beneath the blue skies
savoring the ephemeral serenity
for I know that war shalt break these ties
‘till we're apart with certainty
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