Silently, whilst the phoenix sleeps on his perch On the tree, it leaves the canopy in the lurch In which the willow weeps, embers of golden fire crackling A creator struggles to produce a ballad of inspiration, That as the rose slowly unfurls Its the epitome of passion and persuasion As petals grow, unwittingly beautiful Old as the resembelence of a royal Earl too And the stem of growth is a sheer emerald green That warrants not everything is meant to be seen As the passion begins to teem with a scene That whirls into a revelation of repute Building up the families of the dispute Two parties flock to the scene, in which, The paternal figures both turn angry red As all becomes war and bloodshed In the tears, as it unfolds, the story is a stone of gold Mirrored in the grief that's taken from the monentious day The tears wash the emotion and the sadness away Memories still gathered at the time, but are toasted By either families with a glass of red wine.
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An interesting name for a poem.
Some thought provoking words or sentences can bring back memories of "when."