Many fibers criss and cross
As the past taints tomorrow
Life is a weaving of such loss.
Though the shoot is fragile
And the wick smolders
I will walk the extra mile
Loving, though life is colder.
In woe, new hope enlivens
In the dark – a new light shine.
As life unfolds — love awakens
To the only one I call mine.
Many waters, many deaths
Cannot quench the burning flame
From the vows to my last breath
It will endure the pain and shame.
This is love,
My Rose...
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About 4-5 years old
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