Response From the First Rose of Spring
Why is it that an angel
is made to suffer too
and feel the pains of heartache
like only humans do
To sacrifice the future
for a chance to see a smile
when moments shared between
us
dont begin to compare to the
miles
Lies of written conversation
keep this heart from growing
tired
of waiting for the presence
of a face fondly admired
So take my heart not lightly
and tell that heart no lies
and perhaps when you wake
each morning
you can look into these eyes
and when heaven should miss
you
the only angel ever to
take the heart of a stray
and make the old feel new
the only thing I ask
is that you let me down gentle,
but fast
and think of me sometime
the spring rose who bloomed
with your help...at last.
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