Like a rose, first came the thorns,
nothing else has ever felt so close.
There were those who understood,
but they got trimmed, given away,
and placed in a gothic vase,
without a glass shell to keep them safe.
Hot stones do caress my roots in the summer.
But, whether I feel hot or cold,
it never matters!
How does one love only me?
Since I am the rose outlasting?
Greatness and beauty are tragic
when there is no happy ending & no magick...
To you I am gone in a moment,
So, when our bond is broken
And you have left the stem.
Remember, not to forget,
I will love you, so I will love;
My love won't grow cold,
Love me and your riches will certainly grow,
My darling I hold the key to the world's hiding gold,
I remain to give, and I give for I Am…
A dark and moody set . With candles , a rose and a furry hat . From that gorgeous hair and beautiful face with those captivating eyes to those seductive poses and terrific ink .
AceyHeart
HOPEFUL
Danville, CA
FEB 12, 2013 11:00 AM