Long-stemmed roses, can they do you justice?
You have been whipped and chained
And tied to sacrilegious impious!
You have spanned over lifetimes
In the company of deceit and mistrust.
You have stood in battlefields of bloody lies
And drug through perilous muds of lust …
Only to be paraded down bloody red carpets of goodbyes!
‘ The better part of us’, left hanging
Hanging in blasphemous shadows of human capabilities
Where wishful thinking is nothing at all,
While heart-lights fade with you in the comfort of your name …
In private sanctums where we never sleep the same …
As we did the day we were born, humanly unscathed!
And where many, oh so many, will refuse to love again!
Traded on street corners to cover the cost of pleasure,
Then ask for forgiveness by a knock on a door
To give all that you are worth to another.
Over and over, you are the accused!
In truth it is you who has been used …
Used to replace secrets and fill hidden voids.
But oh, timeless, harmless, valiant Love,
You are still what stars are made of
Glitter and gold an ageless light
Seep of hope in endless sight.
And long-stemmed roses, those happiest Souls
Whom dance on lightest of air,
While your tears fall like diamonds
Diamonds bought and sold,
By long or short stemmed roses
With or without care.
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