grey cygnet resting Advertisements
amid rotting leaves
Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.
dear heart a red rose
Bed of roses Bed of thorns Thorns of life Thorns of sin Sin is the cause Sin is the lust
Those early days of falling I could hear your soul calling
He tried the rusted key in the antique lock and though it met resistance, he heard the tumblers shift and there inside the metal box lay a cracked porcelain heart.
As the sunset races across the lush lawn, he knows the time will soon come when he will hold her in his arms
gone in exile without the one who kissed me all over- broken sunflower © Chèvrefeuille
Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I’ve done and what I’ll leave behind
I only want to ease your heart for you to see I’ll never part I will seek your delicious lips on which I’ll place a tender kiss ne’er to depart