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Dying Respite
Where the mind woos what my heart's at
The blooming love - He is more than that
What are the thoughts that I seek to pose
In the absence of a bleeding rose
This I avoided, but in it you dove
In the absence of the Bleeding Rose.
How could you speak, If I cannot breathe
The flaming love- He is more than these
What could it be, am I in love?
Look! I am a blooming bud!
And in the sky flies the dove
And in his mouth, the Blooming Bud.
When one blooms, the other dies
the soulful love- He is more than life
And what two lives possess the start
When the Blooming Rose lives in my heart
But priceless is the soulful art
In he, the Rose, lives in My Heart.
Eyes of the brave, Fearless, respite,
He is more than my love for life.
These are the memories I seek to hold
Through the absence of my Dying Rose
Yes, He, the love inside my soul
I hold the hand of my Dying Rose
And in these moments he fails to breathe
The soul, the love. . . He is more than these
He is more than Earth could ever possess
The girth, the dove, But he takes his rest
The man I love, Is bound to Death
He leaves me alone, without his breath
I love him more, but now He is less.
What have I now, to possess?
