Forever's Loving Rose
T’would seem the edge of beauty unexposed
Relies upon the images it stirs
More so than that, forever’s loving rose
Though faded knows she was the one he chose
For memory, though dark, still holds its flame
Dim light to weave its way through grayish stones
Cold winds that whisper long forgotten names
As distant bells lament their silenced tones
Thus, does she speak in dandelion tongue
Her mocking beauty rivaling the sun
For love it seems remains forever young
Its whispers of forever - ever sung
For beauty is the guise of lust’s demise
Weeping beneath its shadowy grey skies
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