Betrodden love petals, passion bruisédbeautiful yet and lovely still
desire pinioned but free in my fragrance
my love no longer may choose it's will
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I responded to your sunshine warmth
so soon my girlhood unfolded for you
simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show
perhaps now only in fragrance true
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Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride
which wafted my sweet scent away from you
you, who had divided for me my petals
to effect only a tease to another's view
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It ought to have been you, my darling love
who had crushed my naiveté, passion's pain
and threw down my softness upon the ground
lovely though folded now, 'gainst the driving rain
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Breeze carry again my fragrance to you
but be not too tender, nor gentle me so
you caused my surrender to that so brutal
whose bruising desire would not let go
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Flower encaptured but only to you
belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove
holds yet perfume which doesn't lie nor pretend
crushed now by another who holds not my love.
2 comments:
Pity the font is so small, It takes the focus away from what you have to say.
And what you write is good.
Hey, hi, yes I know what you mean, I chose 14 font which is big enough but as on other posts Blogger decided [inexplicably] it should be smaller. I'll correct it. thanks ever so.
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