Yea, the roses are still on fire
With the bygone heat of July,
Though the least little wind drifting by
Shake a rose-leaf or two from the brier,
Be it never so soft a sigh.
Ember of love still glows and lingers
Deep at the red heart's smouldering core;
With the sudden passionate throb of yore
We shook as our eyes and clinging fingers
Met once only to meet no more.
Yea, The Roses Are Still On Fire
Mathilde Blind
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Poem topics: fire, heart, july, never, red, rose, wind, deep, soft, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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