She held the red rose upon her mouth.
The love she once knew, she now lives through doubt.
Horrifically, she crept upon her illusions.
Dazed right out into confusion.
Through sickness and in health.
Signed in blood, she knew what it was all about.
Crimson red and polished to shine.
These words of love inside her head, and in her hand a glass of wine.
For old times sake, cheers to you'll be mine
Now take thee, to the fields so green.
words of laughter, don't be mean.
Sunshine brightens, your gloomy day.
I'm alright, we'll be okay..
©terrylin53
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