Afeared Rose

Afeared Rose short poem

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He gave me a rose today,
It was not any Rose day,
But for his brutish words last night,
I know he is sorry so I smiled.
He gave me a rose today,
It was not our anniversary day,
But for the blood I haemorrhage last night,
I know he loves me so I smiled.
He gave me a rose today,
It was not Valentine’s day,
But for the clash we had last night,
I know he cares for me so I smiled.
He gave me a rose today,
It wasn’t any special day,
But for beating me last night,
I know he trusts me so I smiled.
He gave me a rose today,
It was not my birthday,
It was the day of my funeral,
But I was at comfort because I got rose for the last time.

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