The Burning Rose
By Cinara
The Burning Rose The rose, the rose, the lovely rose The red of flame and passion grows So sweetly on the rambling vine Just as the love that once was mine Oh, rose of beauty, crimson red Your petals speak the thoughts unsaid You stir the heart and singe the mind With embers from another time Every bloom displays a name That’s burning there in scarlet flame A love that laid a rose of red Across a lover’s moonlit bed The rose, the rose, the flower of bliss The fiery page of reminisce Is opened as the petals turn And gazed upon with eyes that yearn Silently your blooms unfold The story you had left untold And now the flame has been reborn On vines abundantly adorned Oh, burning rose you please my eyes For on the arbor sweetly lies A silken touch of velvet’s lure A soft caress at memory’s door Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 11:26 PM PST 0 • 8
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