*Sometimes*
You pretend that you're a rose...
But pretense its not at all...
A rose you shall be forevermore...
I can see it in your eyes...
Watch it in your walk...
I can hear it in your talk...
You where a rose as a seed...
The only rose I need...
Only you can see...
The beauty in this lowly weed...
*As Frothing Wounds Of Roses*
As frothing wounds of roses
Harry summer over a wintry sea
So does thy very strangeness
Bring me ever nearer thee
As the cry of the bird-torn wind
Hastens the heart beyond its usual need
So shalt thy dear loveliness
Upon the forlorn unrest of my cold will
Be as that snowy stain the roses bleed
O' as the flaming wounds of roses
Marry summer to the most wintry sea
So does thy very woman's separateness
Bring me ever nearer to thee
*Kenneth Patchen*
*The Rose*
If beauty was a flower...
and I saw a field of those...
They would all be dandelions...
and you would be a rose!
And people would come...
from miles around...
your loveliness to see...
and they could pick the dandelions...
but the rose belongs to me!
~g.mills~
Timandra-
Summer Guardian
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