Saturday, October 24, 2009

Red Roses By Her Cheek

Red Roses By Her Cheek

pale white hands sweetly folded
red roses by her cheek
love has gone with summers end

rain against the window panes
weeps, weeps for such perfection
oh, please let her not lie in the dark

1 comment:

Janet Jarrell said...

I like the repetition of please. Very sweet.