A Burgundy Rose

And what is it for? Flowers erode A moment is all we have, and the time in between, I suppose, is just searching. I'll pour the wine and wait for divinity to take its stance A burgundy rose Forced moments don't make it true- So where shall we go? Separation at its finest, yet I would love to have one, at least. But I'm selfish with this time of mine. You see, forced attractions never come to be.