Red Rose
Like this single red rose,
our hearts are but one.
The tears that flow,
are like rivers,
never really ending.
The prayers keep going,
because I know you can hear.
The bond we once shared,
has yet to be taken.
Your lost soul,
has yet to be found.
When this ends,
like your life,
I will still be here,
but yet you will not.
Copyright © Nicole Degroot | Year Posted 2006
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