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Roses At Her FeetShe stood there in the middle of the forest, the sun's rays glistened through the trees. She was waiting for her knight in shining armour, to come along and sweep her off her feet. She and her knight have been in love, as long as she could remember. Their love for eachother was as pure as the raindrops, that fell from the sky. Whenever she saw her knight, he would always have a dozen long stem rich red roses. He would get down off his black stallion and lay them at her feet, she would look into his eyes and smile at him, he would gaze into hers and smile back, they would then, begin to kiss. They knew deep down inside how true their love was, he would then get back up onto his stallion and ride off into the sunset. Her heart longed for him to come riding up on his black stallion and kiss her once more, he came galloping across the forest, he looked troubled. He got down off the stallion and lay the dozen, long stem rich red roses at her feet. He collapsed once the roses were placed, he had a sword sticking out of his back. She knelt down by his side, as he life slowly drained away from him. "Forget-me-not fair maiden, I shall love thee always." "I shall never forget you my knight in shining armour, I shall love thee always." She stood up and cried tears of sadness for her knight, while the roses lay at her feet. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.7/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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