Rose Red

Rose Red was her name
Palest skin
Lips of flame
When she’d gone
You weren’t the same
From her blood
Forever stained

Rose red was her hue
Seductress had
The best of you
Lashes long
O’er eyes so blue
What the price was
No-one knew

© Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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