Through The Sorrows Of You!
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Mark Heathcote
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Love is a sacred red rose
First, you must breathe its
Hot fiery scented clothes
And then passion-permits
Unveil your hearts velvet
Tear-ripped torment-soul
Be thankful not to covet
A vengeful idea to extol
A means to hurt afresh
The flesh of your pale flesh
The blood of your blood
Be thankful love imbues
An eternal flower bud
Flowering - once but true
Through the sorrows of you.
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