#4, written 6/1/2015 - A Rose for A Wink

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You winked again.

Now what to do?

I will not think

of future days

or act like I

could be okay

I must not sleep

I should not dream --

for you are not

yet next to me

and, more, oh love,

I'm scared of this:

of losing you

of all my sins

for I have spilt

your rose-red blood,

my violet tears.

What have I done?

-- I've sinned too much.

This guilt surely

can be remised

by vows only --

-- but you hate ties,

so I'm a weed

to snag you down

to thorny me.

Why try to keep

that which I've known

will leave for good

when we're all grown?

Just, as I said:

-- remember me --

a fading rose,

as you, dear, leave.

I will not let

pain master me,

so break my heart.

I'll bloom freely.

These final storms

will prove to us

how well we've learned

to prune our lust.

-- yes.

Roses are red,

violets are blue and --

Friend.

If you want,

I'll wait for you.

~ ~ ~

Written raw - 1:00 A.M. to 2:00 A.M.

Write on!

Clove