Roses Stained with Love

The nightingale sings  

With blood stained wings.

Love forlorn trampled on the ground 

Pins could drop in the absence of sound.

A student shakes his weary head 

Not knowing of the song or dead.

The ultimate price for loves delight 

Vanished before the very next night.

Money and stature are all that moves 

Hearts and minds and bodies too. 

I am Wilde’s student and the nightingale too 

I’ve loved many times and was always the fool.

I’ve tried to change take the cynic’s route 

That just isn’t what I am all about. 

 –

The world doth spin and sky stay blue 

For the loves we have that are false and true.

Be true to thein self the prophet cried 

Which means I’ll love until I’ve died.

Cry not for me, or student, or the crimson bird 

For one day I will be appreciated and heard…

-AAA  08/12/2021 

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