Winter Rose
In the Spring your buds appeared,
Expectant fragrant offering so near.
Your sweet aroma to last all summer
And in the winter would disappear.
Our innocent love, pure and free,
Yet this was never meant to be;
The winds of time took their toll
Our future paradise they stole.
No one knew you had months to live,
No one knew you had weeks to live,
No one knew you had days to live,
No one knew you had hours to live
And that every day was so precious;
Memories now. A field of treasures.
Farewell my love, farewell.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
