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Last Rose Of Summer
Last Rose Of Summer, Flushed With Passion's Red
I Don't Care To Lose, For I'll Soon Be Dead
So Tenderly Caress My Faded Face
Hold My Tired Body In Your Embrace
Our Mingled Breath Visible, I Blush Hot
"Why Am I Doing This?" Why The Hell Not.
Death Is Not As Comforting As You'd Think
And I Need Something To Hold On Life's Brink
Yet You Cry Out And Draw Back Your Soft Hand
Too Soft To Fully Grasp A Pain So Grand
I See Your Blood Run Cold And Bid You Go
And Your Absence Quickly Gives Way To Snow
Product Of A Spring Night's Faithful Stumble
In Winter's Wind I Begin To Crumble
I Don't Care To Lose, For I'll Soon Be Dead
So Tenderly Caress My Faded Face
Hold My Tired Body In Your Embrace
Our Mingled Breath Visible, I Blush Hot
"Why Am I Doing This?" Why The Hell Not.
Death Is Not As Comforting As You'd Think
And I Need Something To Hold On Life's Brink
Yet You Cry Out And Draw Back Your Soft Hand
Too Soft To Fully Grasp A Pain So Grand
I See Your Blood Run Cold And Bid You Go
And Your Absence Quickly Gives Way To Snow
Product Of A Spring Night's Faithful Stumble
In Winter's Wind I Begin To Crumble
Published 21st Oct 2014
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21st Oct 2014 1:21am
21st Oct 2014 11:59am
Thank you :) I love the sonnet because I feel that the format in it's self is a reference to a deep, passionate, almost loathing feeling of love. I always write in the format of sonnet when the topic is something I feel genuine passion for, hence why I use it so much!
