A Rose I Never Got
In the morning, I awake with a thought,
A thought about a rose I never got.
Its beauty, oh do I reminisce about.
And the thought ever grows like roots sprout.
Even in the embrace of my flower, do I miss it.
I’ve tried brushing the thought out my heart and mind,
But upon site of it, my heart rushes as do the wind.
From its memories have I failed to conceal,
I know, forever haunting me, this thought will.
Upon thought, my feelings fail to jump bail.
I got no option but to put these feelings to veil.
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