Irish Rose

By lupus tenebrae

 



Greener than the clover’s mile,
sweeter in a pinch, to me,
brighter than her lack of auburn,
redder robins in the trees.

Who was in the vernal sky
through the glass I called a rose?
True, we were the best of friends,
two in limbo, so it goes.

Cupid and his simple rhymes,
stupid though, they were,
stolid from the month before,
squalid like the love for her.

Simply put, that day in Spring
barely made the calendar,
sadly, dropped her off the map,
kindly, girl in lavender. 

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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Saturday, March 17, 2012.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Affection, is much like a seasonal change, its landscape changes just as much. Written in lento, now you know, my disdain for love poetry.
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  • Star On Monday, December 17, 2012, Star (879)By person wrote:

    omg this is sooo beautiful.. imagery amazing.. you write b eautifully.. thanks :)

  • A former member wrote: INSPIRING!

  • A former member wrote: Amazingly written, love this poem :) it makes me think long and hard, happy st. patricks day lol

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