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Fatma Robinson Poem
Oh, A Rose,
There is none so fair to Compare.
Love so bold,
To be left untold.
Lips on a hand,
I miss so much,
A broken heart,
A walk in the dark.
The close of a day,
Why must we stay,
To feel the pain,
To taste the Loss,
The prick of a thorn,
We all must mourn,
The death of a heart,
The close of a day,
Why must we stay,
To learn to love the pain,
Only to be left to start over again.
Oh! A Rose she knows,
There was none soo fair, as Daniel Jay Compare!!! To have loved him was a quest that continues through our Jess.
Copyright © Fatma Robinson | Year Posted 2018
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