The Rose

Have you ever loved a rose
         and watched her slowly bloom;
         and her petals would unfold,
         you grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,
         her leaves all wet with dew;
         and quivered with a new romance
         the wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,
         on nights that go on and on;
         for now, her face is all a blur,
         like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,
         and bled against her thorns;
         and swear each night to let her go,
         then love her more by dawn

-Lang Leav-

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