My Rose

You are my rose, a rose who blooms
Blooms int,do my torn and broken o.heart,
heart filled with trouble, make itu
. all extinct.
As you grow in this lonely heart, full of rage,
a raging bull ready to run, run away from horror lonesomeness, lonesomeness that may be gone
Gone away in your rose, the rose of life it all around
Forever Rose to live and never die

Christy Donnelly
October, 1994
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