Life and Death

Our souls long for the fairest gifts of life,

In hopes that a rose could live forever,

But as in all things that surely die,

We can but hold onto the memories.

I hold tight to the light in your eyes,

Keep adding fuel to that fire.

Times steals away the liveliest creatures.

Sometimes we die to live just a little.

We shall hold close the beauty of love,

The glowing heart of Spring.

The roses will bloom in their content,

As time wastes away in the background.

I feel for this world in its gluttony,

As it staggers and falls in the grave at the end.

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