Her Rose Was White Poem by Allan James Saywell
Her Rose Was White
Her Rose was white
Only her memory sleeps tonight
Her life has ceased
On her grave i lay tonight
Holding a Rose
As white as white
No longer will she smell their scent
Or kiss them with a passion
Heaven sent
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,passion,rose
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