I HAD A DOZEN ROSES

I had a dozen roses~

Of different colors that did not blend~

I never could decide~

Which one I loved the best.

There was the ruby red rose~

My heart had last loved~

But there were too many thorns~

As obstacles to the touch.

I arranged the colors just so~

Never did I lead them on~

I kept them separate~

So nothing would hurt and tread upon.

There were the pinks~

Blush, cherry and crimson~

That I was never quite sure of~

My affection I held true as a snow white loving dove.

Than there were the yellows~

Blonde, golden, and fair~

I really knew they could never be~

Yet I enjoyed their company immensely.

Oh the Blues~

Azure, sapphire and cobalt~

I entertained~

A fleeting just by the way~

Casual talk~

A genuine smile~

Before they took that walk.

There were now the lavenders~

Violet, and mauve~

Special to me in parts~

I cringe now they have moved on~

When I thought friendship would never stop.

How confused the roses~

Seemed to me~

When they were in the vase~

Oh how the petals now drop off~

Making life so old and hard to face.

Now the centers linger~

Yes with sweet memories~

The stems they stand there like reminders~

Of loves that could had been.

Now I sit and stare~

At the dozen roses that were once there~

Alone I chose to be~

What sweet irony.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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