Something about woman and the rose.This blog is not associated to any person on md but my passion for the poems ,the style I like .
yeah kind of crappy I like to have in my blogs,that's all
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
I curse the day I first saw you
Like a rose that is born to bloom
Don't look at me the way you do
Like the roses, they fear the gloom
Your thorns, they kissed my blood
Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Pretend you love me!
Indeed, reality seems far
When a rose is in love with you
Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are
We loved and died where roses grew
They watched us silently
A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
Roses are not made for love
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:02PM
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A rose is wild
A rose is free
And who would know better than I do?
Roses are not made for love
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:06PM
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Let me comment alone..ok!
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
~Percy Shelley
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:06PM
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The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There's sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
~Christina Rossetti
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:08PM
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THE ROSE
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
- The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I,
The flower God opens so sweetly,
In my hands would fade and die.
- I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
- So I'll trust Him for His leading
Each moment of every day
And I'll look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
- For the pathway that lies before me
My heavenly Father knows
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose.
~Anonymous.
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:09PM
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Shakespeare's Sonnet LIV
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:11PM
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If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our love would grow together,
In sad or sighing weather."
Swinburne
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gunn12fan
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Jul 3 @ 8:22PM
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:28PM
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May I be well-disciplined and refined in manners!
May I be pure and clean in all my dealings!
May my thoughts, words and deeds be pure! (Sila — Morality)
May I not be selfish and self-possessive but selfless and disinterested!
May I be able to sacrifice my pleasure for the sake of others! (Nekkhamma — Renunciation)
May I be wise and be able to see things as they truly are!
May I see the light of Truth and lead others from darkness to light! May I be enlightened and be able to enlighten others!
May I be able to give the benefit of my knowledge to others! (Panna)
May I be ever patient! May I be able to bear and forbear the wrongs of others!
May I ever be tolerant and see the good and beautiful in all! (Khanti — Patience)
May I ever be truthful and honest! May I not hide the truth to be polite! May I never swerve from the path of Truth! (Sac
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sweetxy
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Jul 3 @ 8:29PM
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May I be firm and resolute and have an iron will! May I be soft as a flower and firm as a rock! May I ever be high-principled! (Adhitthana — Determination)
May I ever be kind, friendly and compassionate! May I be able to regard all as my brothers and sisters and be one with all! (Metta — Loving-kindness)
May I ever be calm, serene, unruffled and peaceful! May I gain a balanced mind! May I have perfect equanimity! (Upekkha — Equanimity)
May I serve to be perfect!
May I be perfect to serve!
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MrPaul
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Jul 3 @ 11:31PM
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My heavenly Father knows
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose  
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leprichaun_magic
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Jul 4 @ 12:40PM
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.."my loves like .A..Red red rose that s..newly sprung--in June.."Robbie Burns xScottish Poet:)
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sweetxy
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Jul 4 @ 10:12PM
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Honestly I just happen to find this Like a rose on the grave of love after I posted video of Jim Reeves,it made my mind go crazy with those stuff but I really loved to save them in my profile.
I was getting ready to enjoy  the Independence day 
I love  America and Freedom
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summerbreeze916
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Jul 5 @ 12:39PM
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Beautiful, sweetxy............just beautiful. 
May I ever be kind, friendly and compassionate! May I be able to regard all as my brothers and sisters and be one with all! (Metta — Loving-kindness)
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sweetxy
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Jul 8 @ 7:48AM
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The rose in your hand is beautiful, but to know its beauty you must possess it."
"Do not be afraid of the thorns. They are but a doorway of pain to a universe of pleasure. Let it begin..
words from one musical ,i don't like the story of a man who has love plus desire for more than one woman but this musical just so poetic and so intense
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sweetxy
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Jul 16 @ 7:56AM
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I Don’t Love You As If You Were A Rose
(by Pablo Neruda)
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way
to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that you hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
By Pablo Neruda
From: abbydoss1969 on Mon Mar 6 11:07:48 2006.
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mystery2u888
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Sep 8 @ 4:11PM
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