I found a friend on the tip of a petal,
Of a rose growing in a beautiful garden,
Her stinger it mended, my heart, so mellow,
Throwing the curves, the knife's sharpenned.
She stabbed into my breast, as her magnificent chest,
Held my body reposed.
With a wink of an eye she then flew on by.
And alone was I on the beautiful rose,
I’d not part from.
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Sounds like a good time was had from all.
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A magical metaphor that caught my heart. Couldn't help my thoughts racing ahead had planned a different ending to this poem. Hope you don't mind.
With a wink of an eye she then she turned with a sigh
Torn loose the sting, death it did bring, love to live and die
But then mine are always somewhat dark seeing love as a product of pain and beauty. A fave my friend
I love this beautiful piece a lot. She left memories that are hard to let go, but you can eventually get through it, I promise.
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