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Too Beautiful to Resist
I wandered through the quiet wood,
Where twilight’s hush was laid—
A single rose with petals spun
In veils of silken shade.
Its beauty called with voice so soft,
A tremor in the air—
A melody that sought my soul,
Too sweet for me to bear.
I felt my heart a tender leaf
In evening’s gentle song—
And all the dreams I never dared
Seemed suddenly less wrong.
Its blush was like a secret flame
That flickered in my breast,
A warmth too beautiful to hold,
Too gentle to resist.
So there I stood with quiet breath,
While dusk drew close around—
A single rose, a single soul,
No other sound nor bound.
O Beauty, deep and infinite,
Your voice I can’t dismiss—
I yield my heart to tender night,
Too beautiful to resist.
Copyright ©
James Mclain
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