White Roses

By Lem

Thu, 24 Nov 2011
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Oh do not weep for me my love
Now I have met my fate
I only wish that you had known
Before it grew too late.

They were his words, the words you spoke,
His joys that lit your face-
One glance, and you became my soul,
My salvation your grace.

Oh do not mourn for me, my sweet
I’ve seen you as of late
In dim-lit rooms, curled on yourself
And weeping, without cease-

Don’t be like me, and let your dreams
To mist evaporate.
All that I ask of you’s to please
Hang roses on my gate.

The curtains cloud vague window eyes
Dull embers crowd the grate.
Leave everything to dust and dreams-
White roses on the gate.

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Submitted by BT Gorman on
nice, but did u nick that from Christy Brown? not that I object to influential tendancies, most of mine is Sheamus Heaney clashing wiv Oscar Wilde!!lol.

Submitted by Lem on
Who's Christy Brown?

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
"I’ve seen you as of late In dim-lit rooms, curled on yourself And weeping, without cease" - beautiful, haunting images, Lem. Great to see you posting on ABC again! I found time to post my latest piece in between essays - but the work is mounting up. At least I've got my literary criticism essay out of the way. Am I right in thinking it's French you're studying? I'm doing a module in Old French this year - Marie de France, Chretien de Troyes & co! Ah, I have rambled. But this is a delicate, ethereal piece - perfect for this wintry weather! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
Nice one Lem :)

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "