I picked a rose for you
From a garden in the city
A budding flower
Red at the stem and at the petal
Planted in flesh
Watered with blood
The flesh of my life
The blood of my love
Blood drained from my body
Pulled from my heart
Pumped into the rose
Through the root
From the day the seed was planted
I started to die
And willingly I did
Because I died for you
Now I am without more blood to bleed
Although the flower is not yet in bloom
I believe that you will love it the way I love you
And with your love, it will grow old
The rose for you
I offer with the last of my strength
For once you clip it
And take it in your arms
I will bleed dry
And it will be all that I made in life
The thing that I made in my death
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Wow! What a stunning and beautifully tragic poem!
The imagery created in this is mind-blowing ... excellent poem
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~Amanda
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really? you can't imagine how happy that makes me feel.
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