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.
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