Daily Archives: August 1, 2014

Thou Fair, Thine Eyes

Thine eyes should liken to the rose,
with scents and sights of utter prose.
With little more than your depose,
that I should let you go.

But no.

The winds are yours my dear,
Beg the call of yester year.
tis I who knows so clear –
the loss of one lone Rose…..

My hand, and heart, are always here…

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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