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When the rose is faded,

memory may still dwell on.

Her beauty shadowed,

and the sweet smell gone.

That vanishing loveliness,

that burdening breath.

No burning life has been,

no grief of death.

Oh, how i miss the beauty,

loveliest on earth to me.

Dark with sorrow, shines

and burns, within me...

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Angelus
23:35 Feb 08 2011

well .. I could "see" this. cool.

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Forbiddenrose30
01:20 Feb 09 2011

Thanks...:D

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The loving touch of your hand,

the gentle and winsome tone.

That you had no time or thought for,

With"troubles enough of your own."

The little acts of kindness,

so easily out of mind.

Those chances to be helpful,

that everyone may find..

No, it's not the thing that you do,

it's the things you leave undone.

That gives you a bit of heartache,

at the setting of the sun.

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Guardian88
04:47 Feb 16 2011

very moving

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Forbiddenrose30
05:48 Feb 16 2011

Thank you...:D

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If i had a heart i'm sure it would say,

How lonely it's been since you went away.

With no one to snuggle and no one to hold.

I guess i'll adjust, so i have been told.

It hard to sit back, as the lines seem to grow.

And watch all the flirting, when deep down i know.

There's nobody there who can know your heart.

Or feel your thoughts, even thought apart.

To know your thoughts, with just one word.

Without the others being heard.

To feel your heart, and share what you love,

like some magic secret from above.

The music flows, and so the smiles.

From you to them, across the miles.

If i had a heart, it would beat in place,

instead of having this empty space.

To have and not to hold,

so, hard guess of hope.

My heart is your hand,

and yet you never stand, close enough

for me to have my way.

To love but not to keep,

to laugh not weep.

Your eyes they go right through,

and yet you never do anything,

to make me want to stay.

To look but not to see,

to kiss be never be.

The object of your desire,

i'm walking on a wire,

and there's no one to break my fall..

Like a moth to a flame,

only i am to blame...

i've been told, your to have,

not to hold...

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martin
14:13 Mar 08 2011

yep

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The night my prince,

and the darkness my home.

The moon my working light,

and the knife my tome.

The blood my water,

and the flesh my meat.

Crucifies, sanctified,

the targets death my heat.

The wolf's howl my music,

and owls my companions.

The garotte my mighty sword,

and the shadows my batallions.

The task my God,

and the gold my priest.

Abandoned streets my church,

and the silence my final feast.

I must go by night,

which i ponder by day.

My spotless hands bloodied,

by ghosts that guides my way.

I that goes by the life,

and that lives to kill.

Death has never stopped before,

with me it never will.

Tail erect and eyes so keen.

Strong and quick but thin and lean.

Fills his prey with fear and fright.

Hunting on the darkest night.

Seeking out his prey tonight.

His claws and teeth gleaming white.

The moon appears in the cloudless sky.

His howls are long and strong and high.

He sniffs the air and scents his prey.

The horses in the valley neigh.

The wolf has failed to kill tonight.

The moon and stars are shining bright.

The morning comes, his rest he needs.

While we do our daily needs.