Roses never die
let alone weep
All my life
I have sung praises
for roses
O Rose,
do pose
with a rose
My Valentine
be mine
with a Rose...
and
on lapels of Kings and Queens
Ah! Many worlds’ ministers
Rose was the flower
Roses are never ever dead,
in the far phases of eternity
in sweeter memories
we all but roses see
We know now for certain
roses lay in library books
the original fragrance of
a memory of the one
who gave you
one
PUSH THIS ASIDE
Unrequited Rose
Roses never die
let alone weep
all my life
I have sung praises
for only roses
miss
O Rose,
do pose
with a rose
My Valentine
be mine
with a Rose...
and
on lapels of Kings and Queens
Ah! many worlds’ ministers
Rose was the only flower
my dear sister..
So take it from me
roses when red
are never ever dead,
in the far phases of eternity
in sweeter memories
we all but roses see
we know now for certain
roses lay in library books
with original fragrance
a rosy memory of the one
who ever gave you
my friendly one,
ONE!
Comments
this would be really good
if you got rid of the repetitions and waffle
Get to work, then I''ll show you mine, if you like (edit, I mean lol)
love judy
xxx
well Judy you dug deep
this one has been lying lazy in neopoetry
now tis time for Valentine may be
waffling still i will brush it
Got up early its snowing coldly
for the last time for a while loved
I'll do this in answer to you asking me to, on my write about the honesty flower
but you have to start recognising your own waffle.... there may be things you are trying to say that I am cutting out. so you shouldn't just take the edit I do per se - you need to think it out for yourself...
i've been doing it long enough now, in the hope you would be taking notice.... lessons end, and exams begin :)
Roses never die
let alone weep
All my life
I have sung praises
for roses
O Rose,
do pose
with a rose
My Valentine
be mine
with a Rose...
and
on lapels of Kings and Queens
Ah! Many worlds’ ministers
Rose was the flower
Roses are never ever dead,
in the far phases of eternity
in sweeter memories
we all but roses see
We know now for certain
roses lay in library books
the original fragrance of
a memory of the one
who gave you
one
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love judy
xxx
my do you think ever
I will be blessed
with such an ability
to judge
what waffle tis
God may wish!
butterfly kisses holding it here times limits r dear
butterfly kisses
I love kisses and butterflies
and
all girls and guys
who smile
the air we breathe does purify
when a candle burns its lover
the butter fly
which then fails to fly high
as in the arms of its lover
she wishes to die
that's a sweet butter fly