Three Roses In Her Hand by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Three roses she held in her hand
For all the world to see
One each from two Pretenders
A single rose from me…
She sat there giggling, smiling
Unknowing she had my heart
Next to me who was so close
Yet we were miles apart.
It takes more than a gypsys roses
Or poems, this girls heart to win,
Who will fall for a charlatans words
As false as these blooms, on a girlish whim…
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05/07/2015 Posted on 05/08/2015 Copyright © 2025 Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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