The Wild Branch of Rose - Argyle Goolsby

Midnight gave warning

The Stranger’s cruel arrival

Would corrupt all the innocence she perceived in her heart

She heeded it not, and answered his knock

Suffer me not this moment to say

I’m sorry for all of the times that I gave

You nothing but rage.

No flowers, no page

Of soft, tender verse.

Though I give this too late-

I want you to take and place on my grave

This wild branch of rose so that you will be safe from my endless hell that I

can’t dispel

And it’s intricate maze that’s trapped you so well

Years passed draining

Her artful soul kept giving

I cannot take it away- this pain that I placed in your life, but I leave this

branch- your one respite

I don’t mean to break, destroy or forsake

It’s just in my nature.

God made me this way

Infallible of sin, yet you let me in

Again, and again in the faith that you’d win

Me over one day.

But I’ve lost my way

I left you with darkness and nothing to say

To wander in haze, and ponder your days

And your generous ways I surely have betrayed

Suffer me not this moment to say

I’m sorry for all of the times that I gave

You nothing but rage.

No flowers, no page

Of soft, tender verse.

Though I give this too late-

I want you to take and place on my grave

This wild branch of rose so that you will be safe from my endless hell that I

can’t dispel

And it’s intricate maze that’s trapped you so well

The Wild Branch of Rose

Will bloom in place of me

Forgive my letting go