Roses thorn–savage call,
Reminds how fragile thy love.
Thy bloodless drop of tears they fall,
Tainting thy ivory dove.
In sorrow, my sorrow I beg repent,
Thy pain hast no place in my heart.
I pray to God relief be sent,
Promise never again to take part.
On bended knee I pray thou forgive,
I never meant to perpetrate such pain.
Promise do I for as long as I live,
Or be damned to eternity of shame.
Dearest Rose, beautiful Rose, my thorns I know I must quell.
Revealing my heart to thee who must know, or forever be banished to hell.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I love the language in this one!!
Thank you Carol, this one I found quite challenging. I love old English, but initially had some difficulty getting it to flow.
Reblogged this on Steve's Blog.
You have a great day yourself my friend and thank you for the kind re-blog. 🙂
Another great one sir, I love these posts. Have a great day.