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 Category:  Romance Poetry
  Posted: February 12, 2018      Views: 188

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RGSTAR 

A time of reflection. Signifies a time a few years back in honour, when my brother died, from his own hands, and my mother a few years before that of Cancer. One reflects now often about one's own life, as much the young innocents who die, the yo - more...

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Personification/Ode to a rose (audio by the author)
"True Love Is My Rose" by RGstar
True Love Is My Rose
Hush, hush, hush,
hush, hush, hush
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True is but the blue that permeates all aspects of you.
Rustic red, wilting; budding in bloom, or aged,
Unchained is my heart...for all dues you have paid.
Evermore are we, to love; bound, as is life to dust.
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Love, our drawbridge to age and time--where you my world defines.
Oh, how red your dress as it unfurls; if I may...this dance?
Valentine mine; pray not weep, for tears could never be yours without being mine.
Entranced...let us, with love: whirl, for every moment reclaims of the past.
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If tomorrow dawns in your embrace, let us smile for the sun on your face;
Sweet though the dream...yet, here, now, are we, as close to forever as could be.
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Magic, they say, is but fantasy; yet, we know it is real for those who see;
You and I, in silhouettes: mould--where bright the moon and stars enfold.
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Rose, I thank you for all that you are, and all that you make me...
Ostentatious you could never be--in any ivory tower see.
Shadows lengthen with the fading notes of our song,
Enclosed now in sleep--a sight to reap...'my Rose,' forever to keep.

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Hush, hush, hush
hush, hush, hush





Valentine's Poetry contest entry

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Author Notes
An acrostic Valentine's poem.

Rustic - Rusticly= relating to the countryside; rural.
having a simplicity and charm that is considered typical of the countryside.
adjective: rustic = plain, simple, homely, unsophisticated, homespun;


Ostentatious= pretentious, conspicuous, obtrusive, flamboyant, gaudy, vulgar, loud, ornate, overdone, over-elaborate, kitsch, tasteless

Ivory Tower = a state of privileged seclusion or separation from the facts and practicalities of the real world.

Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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