The Rose

Red with heart's blood
dripping life, sorrow for things I've done
upon the thorn my blood does run
fabric of soul torn with punishment and remorse
down the stem my life essence runs a course
my life was dripping away
flowing slow but steady, day by day
I needed support, someone to love
then you came along, a beautiful dove
you stopped the flow, closed the wounds
you rescued my soul from certain doom
far after the day our wedding bells chime
my soul shall always be a single rose, frozen in time.
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