The Bloody Rose

by Maharet

On cold winds he came,
carrying a snow white rose,
a solemn token of love given.
a drop of blood on each petal,
a token of deep longing affection.

Though his heart long stilled its beating,
it felt to him as if it was.
To gaze about her fair beauty was all it took,
for his life to be given only to her .

His pale face he lay next to hers,
warmed by the sun's kiss.

He drew in a breath through his lungs
though he need not to.
He was captured by her beauty as if
she was a single rose in perfection.
In both he gazed.

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Oct 15, 2012
by: zero

I really enjoyed it

May 17, 2012
by: Anonymous

amazing poem :(

Apr 24, 2012
by: Anonymous

i like this poem so much

Apr 19, 2012
Nice :)
by: I'm fine

Excellent poem, you feel like you can almost see him when you read it, though it would be perfect if it was in rhymes, but still, excellent poem !!! :D

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