Under the Rose


Under the rose will I tell you

The moon is our only home.

Look at the face shaded in pale,

Which no longer is as of tale.

In thus clime, there are many subtle;

Nothing glides, but changes without inkle.

Dry your sweat, O my best partner,

Since I mine, against back b'dagger.

O gray stream which is called beauty

By mistake overwhelms steady

Previously, charming, your structure.

  • Author: lvdgone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2023 20:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: About love under control.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 1

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