A Rose Short-Lived

In the early days of March, at the very start of spring I saw people plant roses, and praise the love they would bring Well, at that point I had been saving a special sort of seed And that spring I would plant it, even though there where warnings, I did not heed And now loves rose is dead, and with it, burnt, is loves creed Woe! That seed I had saved, held close and took care of from a very early age That seed I had obtained from an accidental meeting, on the swings, at a very early age Now I fear that this seed is ruined, and I fear I’ve lost a friend It’s a fear that digs deep into my cold, melancholy core, I can’t pretend For it was a beautiful friendship, that I never intended to end Yes, I had planted this seed in the early days of March, the month of my birth And though at first the rose was shy, it slowly stemmed out of the earth But it was soon growing faster, faster even than the fabled roses of lore It grew with such a haste that one might have thought that it wouldn’t grow anymore Yes, this rose, that might have frown too fast, had put love in my core Now, on the last day of March, the very date on which, many years ago, I was born This rose gave me a gift as it hid from me every thorn And this rose, it seemed, had given me the will to succeed In my life, I had finally had the confidence to take the lead I loved, more than anything, the rose that sprouted out of this seed And the month that followed, I can’t lie, was bliss And it’s time I will, forever more, miss For the month following, I regret to say, my rose died Indeed, it was the only time that, for a flower, I had ever cried It left me weeping, with no ego left to gloat, with no self pride Yes, early in May is where you may date my death Call me death, for without that rose, I’m not living, though I still draw breath Lay me on my death bed, and let my quietly pass on, away For any place without that rose is no place I want to stay So please, lay me on my death bed, and leave! Let me lay Woe, that rose died, and I can only guess why Perhaps I watered it too much, and forced it to be too un-shy Perhaps I was too ignorant to say the words it needed to hear Yes, perhaps, perhaps, that all I can say And I will say it all the while While I walk away Farewell Goodbye Good Bye