Darling rose
I write this accord
Of what makes sense
To senses forlorn
Without your beauty
I do weep, for love
Is all, in all who seek
I thus treasure
Your presence abounds
Your nature flowing
Such graceful gowns
Which fall
Upon the ground
These words said
To thee forever
To thee I wed
A silent whisper said
“I do” trust thee
Nothing left unsaid.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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