The crimson rose
Language: English 
God set a crimson rose upon your mouth
And placed a singing bird within your throat
But your soft petals for a while have drooped
The bird has hushed her note.

Dear heart for you the crimson rose
once more shall blossom,
And the bird's note call again,
For love will crown them both,
and touch your lips,
That only your glad singing shall remain.

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Researcher for this page: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2025-01-04
Line count: 10
Word count: 65