Thursday, July 28, 2011

Amor Vincit Omnia

He kneels
At the grave of his lover
In his hand 
A single white rose

I like white roses
Why white?
Why not? Its beautiful
He thought, Not as beautiful as you

He stares serenely
But as a cool zephyr blows
He cannot hold back the harsh coughs
That wrack through his weak chest
And the blood that spill
Unwillingly from his lips

Scarlet stains
On sienna soil
Spread slowly
A river of crimson pain
The ache he can't hold back

The world is fading 
Before his dulling grey eyes
Shaking hands place
A blood stained rose
With such care on the ground

He can no longer see
Yet he whispers the words
Surely engraved there

Amor Vincit Omnia
Love Conquers All

And so he will meet 
His lover again
He lays down 
Finally at peace.

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