Rose - Etching by Min James


There's not a bush to beat about,
I have to tell it straight;
I'm struck by lightning, deep in love.
Inspired; I greet my fate.
True love is light, a spray of fire
That dances in the eye.
My love is life, the candle flame
And I the butterfly.

But what if we're both burning bush
And we're both butterflies?
Each Destroyer and each Destroyed
We'll see the Phoenix rise.
So be the Phoenix, rise my love
And fly into the Sun.
There, the fire-bird may fly free
And butterflies don't burn.

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