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A Rose, The sweet smell, The distinct, dark, redness Of it’s mystery Symbolizes love Only true love Would match The deep color of a Rose The Enchanted one Will never wither Or burn in hell So very rare it is, Only existing in people who believe In the Rose This is an old poem I wrote about 2 years ago. Because I haven't gotten around to writing much lately, I'm putting up some older, less quality poems for your viewing pleasure. I think this is the better out of most of my old ones (I used to write mostly crap, but we all have to start somewhere, don't we?). Go back to my art and poetry page or the main. |