My Rose
numi | November 23, 2009Without Her Thorns

A single rose simply sent. A testament to loves existence, and its refusal to lament.
…My Rose a token of beauty held to yours it is left to aspire, whispers carry the blinding sounds of my passions fire.
…My Rose content as I to lie in your midst, fortunate perhaps to be clutched to your breast. A messenger in my stead declaring her witness as I toppled from my lonely perch heals before head fearing not what heart my fall may break.
…My Rose speaks of a gentle good night whence my faith was restored, and I abandoned loves lorn.
Mind body and spirit cried out for nothing and everything, long it be just More…More…More…

My Rose by Numi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.














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