Tears of Roses (Poem)

 

Hot flashes and red tears,

Fear flutters like moths to the torch,
Rodents, gnawing their way out through,
The hearts and lives of those around.

She I love more than angels to God,
She I wear as a cloak on my person,
A cape for my heart, A cowl for my body,
How then can her pain not aggrieve me?

She is my rose and me an innocent fawn,
Not yet strong in the world and yet drawn am I,
Blooms red as heart’s blood; soft as a swan’s down and yet
Arrested by the green leaves and tassels she has grown to envelop her.

Love can be poisoned not by sharp barbs
Or forced aside by wicked worms for
Under all their masks no-one can deny

Us.

 

Caoimhín

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