Dead Roses
Dead Roses
I will never buy you flowers my love
No; those red long stem roses
Cut before their prime
Echo far too much of Universal bloom
Halted
For a mere space of wistful romance
Flowering pride wilted in their delicate lives
Will never express
The pining romantic of your lips
Even in their perfection
Such blossoms are better left to
Live
I would rather see them faded
Nurturing their seed
And kissing promises of new bud openings
Knowing they have paraded their beauties
If only for a day
No; I will never buy you roses my love
And trade their beauty for yours
Or even begin to compare their nimbus
To the glory of your heart
Or set them gathered in cold vases
When the warmth of the earth
Is a better place in my soul
Dead, though they are shackled to the semblance
Of life
Does not portray the pounding of my heart
With these delicacies of the eyes
Though magnificent they are
But needs be contrite
If to capture your lustre they have tried
No; my love I will not buy you flowers
Though I love all their petaled wonders deeply
I would rather see them
As you
Living freely
And love them I do
But I love nothing
As well
As I love
You
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