Ashy Rose

You gave me an ash-colored rose.
That's a sign you love me I suppose.
When I look at it, I see your face
and the ashy blossom of the rose leaves a trace
to you, to your heart, to your crystal tears,
which are falling from your eyes. Love disappears!
Could that be true that love is ash,
just soot that your feet smash.
I will cry and then forget the cold tears.
And then someone will come to calm my fears
and he will bring the fire in my heart,
the soot will turn into glee that will become a part
of my soul, of my dream and my mind
and I'll leave the past behind.

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