A Rose's Conspiracy

You are my dollhouse

You are my trumpet

You are a poetic man...

Oh William Shakespeare, will you marry my

soul?

For I will die

A lonely heart

Oh please don't tell me this is over

Pink roses tell a story through our prose

And timely wonders

Don't go asunder

To kill is to kill with pride

As we write the pages of our story

With the greatest blood of words

Oh what a conspiracy...my darling eerie

Pink chandeliers fall from the sky

Rose petals lie

On particular loves;

To kill the pages of this sin

I must kiss William Shakespeare

I must kill my soul

For what it's worth, I am one in a

million

Bestow upon me

Your greatest seeds

And watch me grow like a tree--

Tall, sensuous, sexy, and blithe

She swings in the breeze

This tall yellow tree

And this rose

A war of many hearts

Has won...

Oh William Shakespeare, will you marry me

when I'm old?

For I am old for many reasons,

But you are the only one

Who lights my fire right;

Kiss me with your blood

And take my heart away

Let the chandelier fall upon us

On this very day...

I love you more

Than words can say

I love you more

Than night and day

Thank you for

Your blood and worth

Thank you for

Your words of mirth

Shakespeare, Shakespeare

I love you

Shakespeare, Shakespeare

Send me to the moon

For words like this

Will die soon--

For my poetry is a conspiracy

And so are you

My dying rose--