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By Oft felt Date: 2002 Apr 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.05.01.18.22272]] |
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might i liken thee to this thorn and why a thorn you must ask for a beautiful rose i once did find so full and ripe with time that when to hand i did pluck it so upon a cliff so far from ground so dangerous far away found that for beauty i almost my life did gave on that fateful windy stormy day grip with my sweaty hands just enough to lower myself far way down with just a little left over to climb my way out alas but... just on my way out said rose succumbed to tide, wind, and wave that all i have left of its beauty tis this graceful of curve thorn as was wedged deep in my finger and fore yet for my life i would have gave this is all that i could save that and memory for i will carry its memory forever more its wound a scare 'pon my flesh its beauty a scar 'pon my heart and you wonder why i liken you to this thorn... for its beauty was of only a flower and yet im scared to flesh and heart... as your beauty transcends this flower will thy thorn be for me forever more... |