The Rose

I sat at the table
Gazing at a rose
Black as the night
An end to life

I cried at the thought
Of losing the one who moved
My soul and arose passion
I have never known

I will take the rose tomorrow
And cast it on the ground
I will mourn and weep
From afar, as they carry

My lover to his grave

©  Ceol

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One Response to “The Rose”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    December 19th, 2009 at 5:51 pm

    ‘The Rose’ is a captivating poem that sets deep emotion and gentleness as well as great sadness…the one who moved a soul and with great passion has passed…the black rose of death is cast away…unable to be accepted.

    Coastpoet

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