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The Rose
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 09:32:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My love, I dream of thee, thy wild heart unbound, unblemished by thy flame, thy countenance wept, and painted across all that you have ever known;
Quench me, my love, my thirst is the deepest thirst; thy beauty is as the honey sweet waters unto my tongue.
I am filled and still i am thirsty and not without sorrow.
Memory, let thy strength wither and fall that I might never again remember thy love, that I might never again know the throes of thy kiss and of thy thorns.
My love, my deepest rose, you scattered thy thorns,
thy thorns settle my flesh, suffer my breast and I burn, forging song in all that I speak.
My beloved, my darkest seraphim, be still in me,
my throat shall utter thee forever.
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2005-02-05 21:32:26] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Rose
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 09:47:31 PM AEST (User
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very good poem you have here, abraham. i especially liked your use of old english to illustrate this with a unique style. |
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