A solemn remembrance
My love was like a rose, its beauty indescribable, its fragrance
made me swoon, I was so love sick, I was sick, I was in love.
I beheld my rose from afar and
my heart melted, for it was comely and pleasant to see, the day brightened for
me.
To touch my rose I could not,
for the thorns of the rose bush pricked me deep, it always drew blood and it
hurt so badly.
The tincture I applied stanched
the flow of blood but it hurt the more, yet I loved my rose.
My heart was soft, my heart was
hard, my heart could feel the mighty blows, but my heart could not break; for
my rose, my heart would bounce.
I watered my rose and it
withered, I let it be and it blossomed, it was so contrary for long I did
tarry.
I dreamt of a rose garden with
just one rose and gave everything to see my rose many times, but it wilted when
it should not that I did tire for its upkeep; I pruned it no more.
As the dawn broke many times,
the fragrance of my rose wafted into my room but I abhorred my garden for the
hurt of the thorns.
Not long after I went into my
garden and my rose was gone, it was far gone; I mourned my rose, I grieved for
my rose, I pined for my rose but it was gone, gone forever.
Three years gone, my rose, my love, my thorn, my ache, rest ye
well; yes, my love was like a rose.
Always missed; never forgotten.
1 comment:
Heart touching Akin, your Rose will come back if it was meant to be :), hang in there
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