Show me the gate
of pale green polished jade
to my little ivory heart,
painted in mysterious art,
with thin balls of amethyst,
with wandering opals meet in a tryst
with the rubies of the lime,
reminding me my forgotten crime,
when I cut the rose in the early spring,
just before it began to bloom
I robbed her gloom,
for my remembrance,
of a loving heart,
sleeping in the graveyard.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/18/2009.
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