The Rose

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The Rose


Dew clings to the crimson tips,
slowly driping down the length of the bulb.
The sun is just beginning to rise over the tops
of the snow capped ridge, beyond the meadow.

It’s slim golden fingers of warmth spreading
across the emerald field.
The shadows of the early morning landscape
seem to fade before my eyes.

The dew begins to disappear from the single rose
I hold in my hand.
The last token of love you gave to me.
I wish its perfection could last forever.
As a solid remembrance of our love.

But I know all too soon, it will wither and die
Like our forbidden love, that was once in full bloom.

Oh, let me enjoy this moment to its fullest
While it lasts,
Before the shadows once again call
To claim the rose and the love
That could not be enjoyed through eternity.

Let me press my lips against its soft fragrant
Damp petals just once more,
to imprint this image forever in my mind and heart.

Farewell my lovely flower.