A rose picked, a gesture of love, now a flower wilted in a prison of glass
Game for the table in shooting a dove, hunger satisfied by death in the grass
A tender stroke, a stolen kiss, a prisoner of love with no escape
Trust broke in gesture remiss, blind hunger's affection dove and flower did rape
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Love should come with a health warning.
Roses to begin with, but then the thorns make their appearance.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Never bought that mind you.
Thank you Paul for your read and comment your support makes the day brighter
Such a deep dive in its succinctness! Outward gestures of love that in retrospect could have been destructive and may have unforeseen consequences. Powerful stuff. 🕊️🙏
Leave it to you Cryptic to squeeze the essence out of a poem. I thank you most humbly for the read and understanding
Wow, sorenbarrett, Powerful poem.
Thank you Jerry I appreciate the words of support
Prisoner of love ? what a dreadful fate !
Thank you Lorenz appreciate your read. Yes a death sentence.
Soren, this is dark alchemy...love, hunger, and guilt all mirrored in rose and dove. Brutal, honest, and beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the kind words they are most generous and deeply appreciated.
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
Very good imagery. The ying yang of a rose. Nicely written and delivered.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Almost mysterious, still speaks volumes. Nice.
Thanks so much Dan I appreciate the read and support.
Trust seems to be a very rare thing in thios day and age soren.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy I appreciate your support. Yes trust has become a forgotten word.
Beautiful write, dearest Soren🥂, spectacles at your risk. Wonderful words used. Put down on paper, either way greatly expressed💯
Thank you Keyare for the read and kind words they are appreciated
Of course dearest Soren ❤️
love without consent is just a conquest
Thank you so much for your read and comment. It is true and when implied consent is assumed one may be very wrong.
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