This perhapsis the last rose I sing forin awe and love,praise and despair!This perhapsis the last rose I sing forin grief and passion,ill and sorrow,in my yearning for,then parting so!So,upon this rose I wish befallsno more withering,perhaps this sacrilege time can commit:to hold the hours and still the sunwhile the glint of dew hangsby herContinue reading “Grim”