A Single White Rose

Raven's Quill

A single white rose lies dipped in my blood,
Another tragic love story closes.
All tears shed form pools of sympathies flood,
White the handkerchiefs that blow the noses.
Words spoken in the tides wave of their grief,
Solemn procession to the vaults of rest.
A life cut too short by the reaper’s thief,
Immortal under the familiar crest.
Flowers vibrantly expressing sad thought,
A criminal act there is no remorse.
No relief till the wanted man is caught,
You who murder did willingly endorse.
My blood, your rose, this is your endless love,
Executed through death’s barriers, your shove.

©JG Farmer 2008
Form: English Shakespearian Sonnet

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