Thread: Last Moments of a Rose

I apologize if this one isn't any good. I need to write, but can't piece much together right now. I hope whatever I can come out with, you will enjoy it.



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Sitting in the water.
She knows I'm dying,
yet she loves me with every moment,
that is left in my life.

My was meant for her.
The beautiful lady,
that smells my fragrance,
every day as she passes by.

I'm in a vase,
sitting on her desk.
The man she loves sent me to her,
and thus I'm loved again.

Just like he promised,
He gave her a garden,
and with thier,
love it grows.

I know.
I was the rose from it.
The season of roses,
was nearly ended anyway.

He saved me from the cold,
and left me to live,
just a few more days,
in this home.

I'm grateful.
My last moments,
will be of her smiling,
and him smiling with her.

I am a rose,
planted from love,
with love,
to show love.

I am a rose,
and I'll not be forgotten,
so long as the two,
love each other so.


White Rose