Even through Death

March 10, 2010
Friend, I ask this of you:
Pick me a rose,
Covered in dew,
Then scatter its petals,
Across Heaven's skies,
Having done this,
Arrange them sweetly,
In the shape of my blue heart,
So that I may look up to see,
Of tickling dew,
And my lover will see, just as I do,
How beautiful love is,
Heaven or no Heaven,
I'll follow him in Death,

As he would follow me.

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Daisies123 said...
Mar. 30, 2010 at 11:25 pm
Really nice poem,it flowed unlike a lot of other poems. Good job:)
BleedingRose replied...
Apr. 7, 2010 at 11:03 am

Thanks so much!   ;)


Daisies123 replied...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 5:33 pm
Ur Welcome :)
BleedingRose replied...
Apr. 11, 2010 at 8:55 am

BTW, I looked at your pics and LOVED 'em!


Daisies123 replied...
Apr. 28, 2010 at 5:38 pm
Lol. Thanx:)
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