A Lily, A Rose
A rose, a rose
A flower of red
Attraction and lust
So fills my head
For it I left my darling Lily
My white and pure perfection
A rose, a rose
A flower of thorns
A passion bright
That scraped and scorned
For it I left my darling Lily
My gentle flower of soul
A rose, a rose
A flower so rare
A boy who promised
But never was there
For him I left my darling Lily
The boy who held my heart
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.