Two roses stood together
Entwined stem to stem
I stood there, gazing in envy
Longing for one to be mine
Questions formed themselves
In the deep dark currents of thought
Did i want the rose?
Or just a flower, to call my own?
A private Hell burned inside me
At the sight of rose with rose
Or the thought of flower and flower
And my standing alone forever
Yet in my time with a rose
I felt not the joy of Heaven
Only a quiet Purgatory
At clandestine moments
Desirous to burn all flora
For forsaking that which i give
Held back by the Hope of Heaven
I quell torrential flames
Inevitably I sit thinking
A torrential downpour of thoughts
Better it be the rain to comfort me
Wait and Hope for a flower of my own
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