To you my greatest love
I send my heart in folded paper
with tear-smudged ink and aching pains
in all but words we are apart
my heart withering like a dying rose
immersed in fear
torturing pain prolonging each day
my spirit and I, we just lie in wait
your voice I miss
as I weep my grief; I can taste the salt of my tears
and with each passing day
I grow weaker with dismay
from my memory
as you my love, do fade
I’ve lost your vision and feel so afraid
invisible rope
tugging at my every tomorrow
even the birds weep with sorrow
your soul was my blanket
now I’m alone
don’t leave my heart condemned
your love that has been brutally seized
and I?
I’m a dying Rose
left to die un-stemmed.
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A romantic write with highly identifiable imagery that makes interpretation clear. Very nice Teddy
Thank you my dear sorrenbarret I thought I may share what was written in my love letter lol 🤣 thank you my dear friend. Valentine\'s is now closed lol
You are most welcome my friend
Is it that time again? Roses are red, violets are blue, who was that slapper you were with last night we're definitely through.
Suppose I better make my way down to the flower shop for the forgiveness roses and chocolates.
You wish lol 🤣 I like your romantically written lines though! 🌹
Dearest Teddy, this is raw and openly grieving. The repetition of fading, waiting, weakening… it builds an ache that feels sustained. That final image of being “left to die un-stemmed.” lands heavy and vulnerable, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Did I make you cry? 🤣 Awe thank you dearest Tristan, love can certainly be a wasteful grievances but also a very valuable learning curve 🌹
All misty-eyed up in here, but I swear that is from the snow spray coming off the Olympic slopes of Milano/Cortina through my TV! 🤣 All jokes aside, indeed it can be on both points. Most welcome, dearest Teddy!
I too have a dying rose Teddy, but it means so much to me as it is the rose I was holding at my wife, Joyce's funeral over five years ago.
Andy
❤️ thank you dearest Andy 🌹
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