The Rose - A Poem
The Rose written 11/19/11
Once full, red, and blush
then your prize bud chose me
it sprouted roots and flourished
growing large enough for all to see
It filled my life with beauty
it's soft petals comfort me
it's scent soothed my soul
and I nurtured it carefully
You were filled with pride
to see what became of your bud
you filled the air with fragrance
which translated into love
One morning I awoke to find
the dried up bloom there on the floor
with no rhyme or reason
with no details to explore
Then your petals turned to black
no more fragrances appeared
the scents translated as love for me
now seemed so insincere
Your thorns are pointed at me
you need someone to blame
if the bud had stayed with you
maybe the story wouldn't end the same
So I patiently await the day
that you get your color back
the day you get your bloom and fragrance
and let go of the bitter black.
Tho I don't know what your new scent is really going to mean
since there is already so much hurt and sadness between you and me.
Every rose has its thorn
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