Beckon it In
You are a quiet rose waiting to burst!
You are the loudest siren blaring forth...
my quiet rose.
Wait for me this day, my love.
Never let this fall by the gathered stones.
Be this day my faithful one.
Now you must utter prose.
Save this tender peace for one that is faint of heart.
Yes, one so weak of constitution that his knees do fail.
Trade this heart of bronze for ones that do wail.
Take this frail conversation and beckon its end.
Beckon it in.
I've prayed for 49 days and 49 nights
since your last assertion that this could be violent.
And, now my assertion is come to its crux.
"What a child", I cry aloud.
"What a beautiful child."
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