Although she have left me long now - Her pictures beholds lasting motionless images in me - When I brush over the flat piece of paper that holds her picture, Feeling her face texture reminded me of the present days - That are not as good as those in the past. Visiting a sight in a place called cementary fence In the spring bloom - Next to her tomb, A Red Rose grows there - The petals fold rounded like her red cheeks - As I bend closer to the thick rich red petals - I kiss her with tears raining - Nurturing the Red Rose that grows next to her stone. Among the spiritual crowd in the death of the ground - Her Red Rose is growing - Her true feeling is as Red as a Rose - The dedication of our Love is far more young And Cherishing in the Red Rose that grows from below. The roots that tied to her Red flesh - Each visit, the Red Rose grows denser in Red- The day she went to rest - Every spring bloom, The Red Rose always grows here And today - The Red Rose still stand next to her stone -
Reason for writing:
Dedication to those who have lost there lover. <P>
Birth sign: Scorpio
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