ONCE THE ROSE IS TAKEN
(After reading Burne’s “Ye Banks and Braes O’ Boonie Doone”)
By Poetic Meditations
Once the rose is taken, once the prize is won,
Once the fight, so fierce, is over and done
And the heart lies pierced with a fatal wound;
Quivering faintly on the bloodied ground.
Passions turned to ice, romance turned to dust,
Once tender kisses reduced to mere lust,
Vows pledged eternal in whispers spoken,
Shattered like a mirror – forever broken,
Of love once deemed true, two things now remain:
Bitter regret and a lover’s scarlet shame.
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