the discarded rose

i never understood the name they gave to jezebel

for she is nothing like the bible’s reigning queen of hell

her wanton arms of loneliness sought refuge in my own

her need gave her a tenderness beyond what i have known

 

and even though we were together only for one night

i want to ride upon a steed and whisk her dreams of flight

away onto a continent where no one knows her name

where love can blossom without all the baggage of her fame

 

and why no man’s proposed to her i’ll never understand

the tenderness within her heart shows through her gentle hands

for they just took advantage of her haunting loneliness

and promised her companionship to woo away her kiss

 

yet though my lips emblazoned hers to know her perfect flesh

it is the beauty of her heart that took away my breath

tonight i plan to write the words across the evening sky

that for the hand of jezebel i would lay down and die

 

and all the men who’ll think i have what they all had before

will never truly know her tenderness that i adore

and i will build a home with her filled with that tenderness

where love won’t be a thing that’s known only when you kiss