The Dying Rose

Today I sat in my room And found that your rose had died. I saw it as everlasting, But when it died I felt that I had nothing. I don't know what possessed me to think it never would, But I wish it'd bloom and forever live, As my heart felt it should. I fell to my knees... Shriveled and hard it crackled in my hands. I grasped it even tighter and began to unfold the ends. For every petal that fell back, I counted all the reasons why Our love will live years past the roses, Until our souls flew to the sky. One, for the way you deal with me when I show you no appreciation. Five, for the apologies for putting you through all my frustrations. Eight, for promising to emphasize the better things you do. Seven, for thanking God for crafting me to stand beside No other but you. All I'm trying to say is our love is like a rose. We climb the tallest of mountains And we are hurt by many things. But there at the top of it all Is the beauty that our love will bring. Today I sat in my room And found that your rose had died. But noticed that our love Will soon courageously come alive.