Rapture of the Rose
By Sharon
Delicate violet hidden in peaceful wooded vale sister of the daffodil and teller of this tale Bouquets of love unclaimed lay moldering in the hedge sister flowers breathing soft and browning on the edge Tossed from a fleeing bride whose groom had been untrue carelessly thrown from a car tied to a billet-doux Goodbye words dotted with a tear spoke of pain and lovers lost honesty was the method dying flowers now the cost Who knows the terrible price of the rapture of the rose who pays when a lover lies and when a lover knows Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 10:47 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Delicate violet hidden..."