Saturday, 29 June 2013

Within my hand I held a rose
And each petal I kissed
With a fondness
As if it were the last
Flower upon this earth
And the only salvation
To touch my lips

And then I kissed you
And the rose fell out of my hand
Each petal burned slowly
As they fell to the ground
With ashes that promised me
Kissed that will never wilt

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