The Final Rose To Bloom Poem by Satan's Sibling
The Final Rose To Bloom
Red for passion,
Blue for sky.
This girl I adore,
It makes me feel high.
Dark for her hair,
Bright for her eyes.
I know that this love,
I cannot disguise.
Caught in her web,
Charme de mon amour.
This is no girl,
I have loved like this before.
Hear me, sweet angel,
The sound of my plea.
I need you my love,
With you my heart yearns to be.
Dedicated to Morgan.C
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