The rose you gave me died today.
Petals dried and blackened fell
one by one onto the table top.
Leaves with their lost color,
hung limp, void of life.
Stem bent from the vase,
bending over as though about to be sick.
The first one you ever gave me,
I cried for my rose.
My love for you died today.
A Romance as short lived,
as a fragile rose’s essence.
Heart dried, pieces fell at my feet,
one by one into the dust.
Life lost it’s color,
a spirit limp, void of vivacity.
face in hands, bent over crying,
definitely going to be sick.
You were my first love,
I cried for my heart.