The Roses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Roses



In the end,
A rose bought in a store of amusement,
Captivated her heart for a very second,
But her heart was reclaimed the
Very next second
By a similiar rose and on and on—
The fickleness of the female muse—
She loved me and she loved me not
Until she forgot me entirely
And all of the roses that I unfortunately bought.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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A Waltz For Zizi 25 April 2014

Who needs Neruda when they can read you.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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