My Rose Decays

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 12:36 -- azsxw1
My rose it has decayed
my old self still passing
And my new self underway
Still new with what I'm grasping
Now that my rose decay
Hand and hand I know we'll stay
Though and though I know we'll be
me to thee and thee to me
My rose it is stilled,
still as a solid heart
To be broken, then filled,
With such beauty, and art,
I can not know
What grace you claim to hold
I will believe, and go
Like the witness you showed
The rain and the breeze can not say
How a smile break the beauty of May
And forever a smile to see
In the heart of one who holds thee.


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