"Rose..."

...and while I'm at it;

This is what the apsiring and obedient, young student Scaramouche produced during her grammar class today. (Not solely except for taking notes, though. And I did listen. A little.)

"A lasting imprint of relation" -
sweet, last notes on love and the Doctor. From a Rose-POV.
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, heavily occupied with tingling Murray Gold-tunes and some dreadfully vivid crying scenes. But it becomes a good deal emotional poetry, though! C.f.: DW season 2/season 28 - episode 13; "The Beach Scene"...*SOB!*

Love is never having to say "I'm sorry" - Take a hint, Ten! ;)
Still, sacrifices must often be made
When striding in ancient men's footsteps
Defeating evil, together; it's no game

People might seem disappointed
Voices may rise in upset
But she was fortunate; what she reached out for
Was comfort she knew would be there

Travelling in spaces and meddling with time
Allusions, inquiries would flourish
A single toe placed outisde the wooden doors
And adventures absorbed her again

An oncoming storm soon approaching
Such safety no more to be found
Ironically yearning for danger
And never stop looking behind

Now, shadows on every corner
A reference in every song
Pictures resembling the faces
Clothes, looks and joy she can't wear

And she would have given up anything
To relive just a second, an hour
The happiest moments, of sweetness
Longing, like desperate, for a hug

And yet sometimes she wakes up, panting
A distant voice calling, from afar
Memories from a beach view before her
She'll miss and she'll cry, and she'll smile

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And I do hope it got the rest of you to miss and cry and smile quite a bit as well! At least I did, that's for sure. Been doing that since...eh...last October, as it were.