Yellow Rose
A single blooming yellow rose
I thought to care for deeply
more than any other kind
not used to such a beautiful flower
had no clue what to do with it
cut the stem and watch it grow
or somewhat let it die
pluck it's petals one by one
until its last he loves me not
set the stem off to the side
and hope for growth of another one
a second chance to witness beauty
put what happened far behind
this time treat it so caussiously
knowing I might not get a third try
water it newly everyday
somehow keep it alive
Copyright © Tanya Borst | Year Posted 2007
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