Thou Rose 11-05-2010

Thou rose,
Thou rose
Come to me somehow.

Visit me,
Visit me
Upon a dream or now.

How longer
Must I ponder
Or be without?

My broken heart
Poor heart
Is in a trance of doubt.

Free me
I beg thee
I need your love right now.

by David Lara

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