Is it no more than the yearswhich have seduced me with this beautiful regret
that I am the rose dying on its vine
Memories fall like petals to the ground—lifeless and spent
like the very hope of which
I was born
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011
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I'd repeat all your words.. To tell you I'm in love with them; they make me feel the sweetness of your pain..
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