sorrow,
like a rose lost in snow,
it keeps us from finding
the very thing that
can make us whole.
in a cemetary,
her body lies.
cold and rotting,
sorrow keeps her there.
till' death do them part.
he is sitting,
in his room,
he thinks,
thinks of happiness,
and how he'd loved her.
but now she's gone
awaiting for him to join her,
and the cold embrace of death.
like a rose lost in snow,
we will die.
with them we shall be,
like coffin's in a cemetary.
we are ALIVE.
x-Searie-x Community Member 
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