The Dying rose...

 

A dying rose is like a loved one

That you hold close to your breast

It reminds you of the love you shared

And knowing how much you have been blessed

For when this rose was blooming

From just one tiny sprout

You knew with love and nurturing

How beautiful it would turn out

 

Oh yes how beautiful is the rose 

Filled with its many thorns

This seems to be the attribute

That loved ones seem to scorn

But those thorns do serve a purpose

It teaches you to handle love with care

For when you get through the piercing thorns

Then true love will you share

 

Even a rose cannot survive

When love is not around

Silently inside it dies

As soft pedals fall to the ground

So hold your rose close to your breast

And never let love go

Remember God has blessed this rose

And it's yours to let love flow

- Loveable Poet