Rose on the Snow

My heart bleeds into my hand
The colour of a red rose on beaten snow
In agony of its decay and defeat
To reach to you, to let you know.

It stains my life, as it stains my soul
To see you so far after I let go
You were supposed to be right in this heart
The one that bleeds unreservedly  now.

The heart on my hands slips off two ways
I want to grip it, just tell me how.
With it flows every heartfelt vow
With it does flow our sacred love.

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