My Rose
My love, your sweet and rosy red,
As the roots of flowers in the blooming garden bed.
Dream a thistle, on the brow,
Of heavens whistle, here and now.
Bloom like rainbows, in the sun,
Everlasting, wisps of multicolored songs.
My eyes see your every flaw,
Yet love remains my only call.
Give me gold, and silver too,
Relentless of the roses shrew,
And colored moon, of dim lit skies,
Of darkness, and the lasting blue.
Will give the angel peaceful eyes,
As love will guide the loney through.
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