Planted In The Middle Of Earth's Mire

Planted in the middle of earth's mire
A sweet flower pungent in agonizing scent
With thorns on her stem, like a brier
To protect herself, for she's heaven sent
Causing hearts to bleed and senses to die
The love filled rose, its intense emotion
Sends the lover's muse to heights above high
Flying to death with open wings in motion
Inquiring heaven, to beg for her salvation
For she yearns to die and forever be free
From her pain, from her only vexation
The mire that surrounds, and threatens she
So I pick her flower and throw her away
Into heaven's shadow, wert she yearn to stay…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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