" Story of a rose "

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The heartbreak of this rose
it is a pity of love,
they have robbed him of his soul
the most beautiful giver of it.

The very infamous of its petals
ripped the color from her,
and in her ejido he has forged
a very bloody attrition.

How crying is the rose!
how great is your affliction
How can it flourish?
if nothing calms the pain.

She was dazzled
for a cowardly raptor,
she dropped so many stars
in the eyes of her love.

The endorsement in its rainbow
an intoned adhesion
with ethereal praises
of lyrical exaltation.

He dedicated words
to the emerita profusion of him,
and he asked her for a sweet proof
and she gave him the candor of her.

How crying is the rose!
how great is her affliction,
How can it flourish?
if nothing calms the pain.

The rose was ecstatic
of such ardent fervor
and placed on his lips
of her the fiery cry of her.

He gave himself in body,
she gave the soul,
he overflowing lust,
she was all emotion.

He drank her breath
when she opened the doors
to the fire of his caresses
and to the throb of her heart.

The rose was losing
the virtue of her splendor,
its brightness faded
and her loving reverie.

How crying is the rose!
how great is your affliction
How can it flourish?
if nothing calms the pain.

All hobbies were erased,
the grief consumed her,
the martyrdom that lived,
she was dying of so much love.

He loved her and walked away from her,
of her kisses he devoured
all exposed dew
in every shade of sun.

He extinguished all harmony
that in his vote flourished
the cry of their moans
the fiery blow of voice.

He was only in agony
disguised with love
hidden in a smile
that drawn passion.

How crying is the rose!
how great is your affliction
How can it flourish?
if nothing calms the pain.

She fell into oblivion
darkness consumed
the verse of its colors
the forge of inspiration.

She was stripped
of the most festive greenery,
a devastated moon
a light that went out.

In the land of your eyes
a single countenance dwelt
with bleeding petals
such a perfidious curse.

Don't worry my flower
you will find the dilection
to give you back the air
that devastated the hummingbird.

He was the one who lost the glory
to know your effusion,
the most native ovation
of your terrifying moments.

He was the one who lost the glory
to live all your history,
of the vast dream of a rose,
of the vast dream of love.

Author: @alexandrabarraez
Country: Venezuela
Genre: Poetry. "