A beautiful rose
the petals a crimson red
picked from the garden
freshly bloom
kissed and revered
he marvels at her beauty
water with love
her fragrance he consumes
In time
the color fades
but the fragrance remains
the petals reaching blindly
for a sip of fallen rain
her beauty is still evident
by lack of love.....she thirsts
growing limp, withered and dry
sadden by lackluster
the forgotten rose she has become
awaiting to be noticed
so again........
she can bloom
Epiphany(c)2001
the petals a crimson red
picked from the garden
freshly bloom
kissed and revered
he marvels at her beauty
water with love
her fragrance he consumes
In time
the color fades
but the fragrance remains
the petals reaching blindly
for a sip of fallen rain
her beauty is still evident
by lack of love.....she thirsts
growing limp, withered and dry
sadden by lackluster
the forgotten rose she has become
awaiting to be noticed
so again........
she can bloom
Epiphany(c)2001