The Sonnet also Roses'
By Mad Jack
Rose what dost thou feel, Rose what dost thou need Is it with loves' ambrosia thou dost bleed Or some archaic semblance of fancy Lo, I would drown sweetly in that fancy Thorny words arise, past them I will trace For that heavenly nectar, your embrace They cut, I bleed, strengthened with each healing Onward, head reeling, nectar appealing I brave the battle I am past the thorns I am in sight of the one love adorns Sweet nectar at last, my heart is exposed Alas, I crumble, the petals are closed Why does your love not fly like pure white doves Is it sealed up by the scars of past loves I have fought the battles and passed the test I plead for some small token in my quest Sweet flower, my worth is less than you need Would I could help you from your pain be freed I am frozen in place within your thrall As my last breath leaves I await your call Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 06:50 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Rose what dost thou feel, Rose what dost thou need..."