Friday, January 2, 2015

Song of The Red Rose

Ever if I had a seed to sow,
If I ever had a flower to grow;
I’d plough the field where lay my dream,
I’d plant a flower with a water stream.

As winter frost would freeze the bud,
I’d use my breath to break a thud;
As summer heat would burn its might,
I’d give my shadow, day and night.

A little rose would one day bloom,
And bring me light through my heart of gloom;
I’d wait for that red to remind,
That you remain to my heart twined.

At the final day, as I lay to rest,
The rose shall sit, on my chest;
Where your dreams always were,
I’d breathe my last, saying me and her.

Ever if I had a seed to sow,
If I ever had a flower to grow.

2 comments:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Why does it remind me of children to loving fathers who lost his wife in their tender years?

Bell of Peace said...

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