And in those days he gave me
A blue rose
I did not know it’s meaning
And I held it in my hand
His eyes were deep and begged me
Silent still to understand
A castle is a cold place
A blue rose
You cannot warm a hearth
So vast and made of stone
There is no way for love
To climb upon the throne
And war’s a bloody master
A blue rose
In savagery we will yet see
The flower’s deadly form
And love’s impossibility
At widow’s dawn
(c). Helen Valentina 2020
One could almost feel the chill. Well done, Helen.
Thanks John! 🙂
Well done!
Thanks so much Mark! 🙂
Wow!!
Thanks! 🙂