A letter from a broken heart <br />that falleth like a petal rose <br />where in begining bud did start <br />and flourished on the love of those <br />who gave it such endeared emotion <br />to the sky its bloom did face <br />an innocent of such devotion <br />blushing at the touch of grace <br />but love does carry fervent needs <br />and love requires work and trust <br />for ere the rose like heart will perish <br />and then becometh love of dust.<br /><br />Sir Knight of words<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-of-dust/
