The rose ....
the death.... I come ...the show.
Now you sleep in beauty
of knitted remembrance of dreams
I loving you ......you loving me
Stillness to the beat
my heart seemed lost here to
For love has taken all it pain
and sadly killed itself
to" your love is my love and my love is your love"
Nothing left of me
but to simply edit lines or deleted
thoughts I once touched on you....
To you I truly gived my love.....my finger prints left on skin....all over you
I give... I give... I gived
Like gifts in abundance love loving love
Veiled smiles over you for so many days we not good enough
The king has pointed... fisted thumb to the ground
Swords are drawn ..... to the heart....death to the madness.
The crowd roared joyfully.....some giggles behind their feathers..
But before I go.... The last Iove must be given
I wil come again
I will .
Only this time with ink...as white as Snow.