Sunday, April 15, 2007

If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or grey grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.


Anonymous
09:46:00 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

haha... now that's poetry.