Red Rose Sonnet
It's candle in dismal dark,
Love can heal, save us, and can lame,
We should care of holy spark.
Warming words deep late at night
Thou tell in flush of passion,-
Unbreakable bonds ov growing tide,
Lust between don't serve a fashion.
No matter century or age,
Incandescence pierces hearts,
Slaves to it, we're dwelling in cage
Full of jolly faithful Arts.
Glad to feel the fire burning mad,
We always face the lack ov Red.
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