Poetry
Rose
Glimpse upon the emerald spire
The thorny road of thy desire.
What is the toll? The soul
That yearns ever so?
There lies the budding heart,
Her silent walls slightly part.
Pray not peer nor peel behind
the layers which hide the mind.
Do the scarlet scales not rot
with the gaze of those who sought
the dream that has long snared
their desires to be paired?
The thorny road of thy desire.
What is the toll? The soul
That yearns ever so?
There lies the budding heart,
Her silent walls slightly part.
Pray not peer nor peel behind
the layers which hide the mind.
Do the scarlet scales not rot
with the gaze of those who sought
the dream that has long snared
their desires to be paired?