A dark painful poet that sees nothing of hope and is lost upon earth, the days go by so ever alone and before the years take him to the bones he will have accomplished nothing and his name not even on stone... For those concerned, this is not me, just my biography on a computer screen. May you enjoy my wonderful poems of anything that comes to me in my life from good to the woes. Have a good day! ... more »
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Dark Beauty Of A Black Rose
Oh love where your heart is bestowed,
with mine in a cradle and close.
I receive your perfect beauty
what lays its presence in me sweetly.
Oh we are a romance within.
We make the bloomed petals.
Oh all the beauty so composed.
Oh life that carries our hearts.
To the deeps of our souls it imprints marks.
Does that unfolded flower a beautiful art.
Grasped into a touch and felt,
let a soothing love on the soul,
so full and beautiful and dwells,
within a behold.
Beneath the sun and night drip,
oh the rose, love is within.
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