Roses Rising
A lonely face peers into distant calm
The fortunate bliss of untimely perception,
She is a vision upon her terrace of contemplation
And in sight of her roses rising.
If they could only see her
Within the depths of her estranged reign
Then they may cleanse her
And all before her shall become beautiful again.
Aces and spades of a tormented heart
The imperial dream of roses rising,
She is scorned by her lover's disbelief
And torn by her condemnation
Yet they are willing to see her
Within the grasp of solace and redemption.
Aptitude and plentitude of roses rising,
A life's romance surely to remain
She is splendour of an unknown nature
Foreseeing what there is to gain.
They are now able to see her,
Her light casting shadow upon his mind
And he is thankful for her kindness
As she of her roses rising
Never again to lose her find.
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