By Theadora Hadzi
Thou gave me a rose
So red and full of life
Like the heart that beats in thy chest
But with this sweet rose, came a sweet promise
A promise that our love will last
Last as long as the beauty of a rose
But no matter how much thy can nurture it,
A rose will soon wither and die
Moreover, what will become of your promise?
Will it wither and die?
For I have not seen you
Have all you left me were a withered rose?
Was it nothing but an empty promise?
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