Where Is Thy Rose
Where is thy rose?
I do not see it in my hand but I see blood pouring from my vision.
For thy thorns have pricked me
Where is thy rose?
I do not see it in my hand but there is a scent that lingers so sweetly.
For thy perfumer I smell so strongly
Where is thy rose?
I see it now in my garden
With bloody thorns and a perfume so sweet
Copyright © Amanda Shelton | Year Posted 2012
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