Red Rose.

Red rose incense gradually smoulders,

Shall I write to you?

While images of your face drift through my head

This love, my love for you is undying,


I pray one day you notice me

You grasp my hands,

We run away

And bestow me your love,

I obtain it so gratefully

I do not deserve such gifts

But my gift is the one fact that

I love you

Three simple words; one simple phrase.

But never directed at me

From your lips.

The End

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