ROSES
A thousand roses would I give you,
Buy the whole red fragrant field
In some fair glen
To seal your heart
Set it afire and amend
The hurts, the wounds
The tears I’ve served
Sweet melody, golden lass
Hues of cream and primrose mingled
Draped in ivory silk for skin
It is you I smell and feel
And talk to in my dreams
You I dance with my whole life through
Come dance with me…
Poe et here 
This is truly beautiful, Dr Kul! I could visualize the field of flowers. 🙂
It sounds like an ode of love, accompanied by an act of genuine contrition,….
Forgive me; the cynic in me always wonders if amends are made out of genuine contrition or to serve the weeper.
Thanks Bubbly! The hubris in me is far too small to climb the ladder to extend this only for the weeper. It was I forced in contrition by my own selfishness. Ahh, but the Rose…
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