#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,#Lovenotes

Old swaggled torn love notes
Time did not weary their coloured ink
Lest they be strewn into dark corners of the hearth
Whose name does it carry?
Whose tale does it unfold?
Whose naive thoughts does it hold?

A delicate string of emotions bond them on a Damascus rose
Her light needled stem held them oft thru the whispering tales of woe
Her petals smiled as they bore the kisses of the lovers
Enarmored by the rich colours of the lady's auburn hair
That lay...