Where the Roses Weep
Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart,
where the world is idyll and dark;
we feel too much to sit still and die forever
and be no more...
forgotten even to mythic angels
who were there while we were alive;
Death can cry alone, he shall not take me with him...
he shall not shatter my weeping heart ---
he shall not take me from her;
for I love her too much
Darkness cannot swallow light with its evil,
they cannot stop love ---
bottle it up and send it to some dreary gloom;
it is eternal energy;
this life of love
(where death roams not)
Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart,
where the world is idyll and dark;
my love for her shall always be....
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