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