Between the Pages
My life pressed between the pages
This blood red rose dry with age
Remembering a melody of long ago
When time played upon life's stage
Oh rose, is your heart steadfast
Do your scarlet lips drip with love
Can you bless me with your eyes
Now that you are gazing from above
I kept you close and called your name
When the days were dark and gray
You will not crumble in my memory
Comforted, I know in my heart you stay
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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