Crystal Rose
This crystal rose.
So fragile to the touch.
Petals damaged even by a look.
Thorns blunted by a single word.
This rose so easily crushed.
Given for eternity.
So easily returned.
This symbol of eternal love.
A man's pride sacrificed in hope.
All for the chance of everlasting love.
fed by emotion
fueled by a heart on fire
It's not a passionflower
or a buttercup with petals
that says she loves me, loves me not
it's a beating bleeding crystal rose.
mine to give freely
to whoever I love
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2020
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