The Beautiful Rose
I have a tale to tell to you
Of a love which ruin'd my life.
It is a tale of caution, too,
So heed my grave advice:
Strolling through the woods one day
To rid my mind of woe,
I did spy a red rose that lay
Betwixt the sky and snow.
Oh, what joy was it to find
This rose so delicate and free.
I was certain Mother would not mind
If She simply lent to me.
The flower became mine.
To be for me alone.
But the sun would not shine
If only had it known.
I then gave my life to it,
That beautiful red rose.
The stars became less elegant,
And time began to slow.
No more did family matter,
No more did my needs.
But the illusion soon shattered,
For my rose had sewn no seeds.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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