The Rose, a Poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The RoseThe Rose, Frederic Soulacroix, (n.d.)

The Rose

‘Tis my wanting heart I have sent thy way
Being fragile needing thy tender care
Between thy breasts for safety it must stay
No thorns are present to give thee a scare

Sorry that the token rose having tossed
Errantly missing its intended mark
Hope this not an omen to be star-crossed
As wishes in my heart to increase this spark

But why the sadden look upon thy face
Thine eyes are missing their usual glow
If thou wear a smile isn’t in the right place
Is something in thy heart I need to know

Thy quick response surely unsuspected
For it is woeful to be rejected

 

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