Beneath the crowning moon
Out of muteness through the night’s mist,
A song echoed ever so sweetly,
Softly, among the rustling leaves
From a gentle heart singing this ethereal music.

“My queen of white roses
Of impeccable grace and beauty,
Though thorns still press against your heart-
The price of love that birthed your pain and tears,

Fear not for I am here
For if I have to live a thousand lives all over again,
In every way, they would only be with you
Yet, I only have a mortal life and so this I ask of you,

That spotless heart of yours to live with mine
I will live and love for you,
All throughout my feathered life.”

However, night after night
His songs of love grew fainter,
As her heart of thorns pierced deeper
Through his fragile breast.

And so, one fateful day beneath the waning moon,
He heartily sang out the lyrics of his final tune:

“If ever you find that your passionate
And faultless love is for me-
As your blooming roses
Of (now so) red with flushes of white,
Then please look for me, for ill be waiting
Out there in our paradise."

© dark_angel

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