A Rose By Night
Softly bathed in pale moonlight
I came to greet a rose by night
Delicate was this blossom fair
That spread her perfume through the air
So captivated by her charms
For want to hold her in my arms
But passing through the shadows deep
This love I saw I could not keep
Another held my lovely rose
As the moonlight sadly did expose
Tight and warm was their embrace
As tears of heartbreak streaked my face
This is my soul of ice cold fire
That burns with rage and sweet desire
Crumbled fragments of heart remain
Shattered dreams and endless pain
I’ll tell it to the nightingale
So it can sing the woeful tale
Of how true love was lost from sight
When I came to greet a rose by night
Copyright © Stephen Washam | Year Posted 2009
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