The Leaving Of My Rose

Go....
Just go....
My beautiful Rose!
I tell her,
not to waste time with me
Now that she knows...

Now aware of my liking to she
I respect how sweet and fair
she seems to be,
I tell her,
Not to waste time with me...

With my eyes in a daze
Her grace is seen
With my ears to listen
Her voice sings,
I tell her,
Not to waste time with me....

She arrives in the desert
Where no man lives she must have selfishly died,
I am literally left on read with no goodbye, so go
Just leave...

So small is the value of her beauty
from the light now gone
I tell her,
To come forward to let herself be desired and not to blush but to be admired.....