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Jun 03, 2008
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The Sword and the Rose, Part 2
The Sword and The Rose
Part II: The Rose of Love
New fallen snow, sat two below
Huddled 'round a sullen fire
Shaking with cold, neither old
They talked of matters dire
A lean-to tent, corners rent
'Twas all the shelter had
'Neath fur and hide, didst abide
The two in blizzard bad
Come breaking dawn didst move on
Down to the valley low
Onward they rode, sweet streams flowed
And wind didst softly blow
Grassland so sweet, 'neath bare feet
Slowly they made their way
Flowers in bloom shed their gloom
They rested for the day
Flaming red hair, skin so fair
Lips burning ruby red
A laughing smile, woman's wiles
To danger both be led
Passions enflamed, wrapped in chains
Hearts longing to be free
Her luscious lips, laughter tipped
Yearned for what eyes didst see
Her arms did ache, longed to take
And hold the warrior strong
Her face grew flushed, blood did lust
For what she knew was wrong
Restless hands reached, heart beseeched
And prayed he'd hold her close
The world didst turn, passions burned
And soon wouldst damn them both
End part II...
Part II: The Rose of Love
New fallen snow, sat two below
Huddled 'round a sullen fire
Shaking with cold, neither old
They talked of matters dire
A lean-to tent, corners rent
'Twas all the shelter had
'Neath fur and hide, didst abide
The two in blizzard bad
Come breaking dawn didst move on
Down to the valley low
Onward they rode, sweet streams flowed
And wind didst softly blow
Grassland so sweet, 'neath bare feet
Slowly they made their way
Flowers in bloom shed their gloom
They rested for the day
Flaming red hair, skin so fair
Lips burning ruby red
A laughing smile, woman's wiles
To danger both be led
Passions enflamed, wrapped in chains
Hearts longing to be free
Her luscious lips, laughter tipped
Yearned for what eyes didst see
Her arms did ache, longed to take
And hold the warrior strong
Her face grew flushed, blood did lust
For what she knew was wrong
Restless hands reached, heart beseeched
And prayed he'd hold her close
The world didst turn, passions burned
And soon wouldst damn them both
End part II...
— Rett, Jun 03, 2008
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poewriter58
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Rett
18 years ago
Wow! Praise indeed
Janice Pearce
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Rett
Rett
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