My Blissful Rose Poem by Never Die

my rose, whence love consumes with withering thorns, love is our passion,
its beauty is thirsty, my love for her cries out of vain
if only she knew my love will never rust,
if only she knew i bear her name of lust
cries of trust not to be left in the dust,
wearing away, all hatred fades,
comfort abides in my angels name,
what is love that is meant to be?
what is it this world refuses to see?
love rejoicing in what brings the ring to she.
angels singing in ways to thee
these are the words bound for love to be.
take my heart, and replace it in my angel to me

love joy and hope i see,
faith no more in what the world sees,
i love you, youre my love, and what is to be.