loved
By loved, 2 March, 2011
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what a curious concept/image...
how shall one graft it back on
needle and thread, superglue?
would the rose at that moment
have lost its superlative hue?
he that unplucks a rose shall be
the one that mends a broken heart

If I Had My Way

If I had my way
To love a human being,
I’d chose none other,
As you may have seen

And
Now I switch into a fantasy!

The star lit above my eyes,
The clouds wet me below,
From heaven
In the light of eternity,
Upon your wings
I flow,
Knowing not which way
The sun ever rose
Before it did today,
I suppose,
I was within my contains
Taking a repose
But then I was neither
Here nor there
But,
Ah! An un-plucked rose