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