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My Blue Rose
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My Blue Rose |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Rewrite My Blue Rose My glories set a rugged stem Whose purpose I pursue A crown of thorns lays diadem Its majesty shows blue It vacillates from prim to whim Its roots no common soil I think my adoration dim And I, a foolish foil I cannot help this love I bear These minions of reveal I cannot hide this heart of care Nor can I bare conceal It has a will of ceaseless breeze It titillates its mark A symbol of a mental tease The mark is moonless dark I would it stop this endless broil And set the pot to flame or boil |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
I cannot help this love I bear These minions of reveal I cannot hide this heart of care Nor can I bare conceal Dear Seymour - if you were to "hide your heart" - we would not be able to read your rose petal soft words. Lovely write. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Sy I agree with Nightshade. Let your heart continue to guide you. believe in what your heart feels... |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Sy, when you figure out what to do with a blue rose let me know...please! :-) |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
   EA |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Chris, Thank you sweety, missed you. scorpio What ever the the mind would know so the heart will go. Thanks for the read and comment. StevenS, The blue rose is a suppose. And only God know where that will go. Earth Angel, LOL I see the couch, what's the question? |
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