Fragile Rose
(To Whitney Houston)
By Tatiana Pahlen

Oh Whitney, Whitney, poor soul,
With voice like yours, you quickly rose
To heights where trouble starts to soar;
Enticements follow every star,
Fame hit you with the fatal dose.

And now angels chorus join
Your strong, bewitching, sultry voice;
We lost a fragile, buoyant rose.
We always loved you and always will.
Oh Whitney, Whitney, poor soul!

April 19, 2012

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