Rose Poem

A rose poem featuing, "A red rose".

Rose Poem

 

 

He still remembers,

Every June and December,

When gems and pearls,

Were of no worth.

 

He still remembers,

Every night,

When the moon catched fire.

 

He still remembers,

Every day,

When he laid and heard lies,

The ember in his heart was igniting,

And he was on fire.

But he still grined and smiled.

 

In a garden of marigolds,

He was supine,

Watching the sky,

While the sky watched both of them,

Being overwhelmed with emotions,

Next to him was a stranger,

Who he refered to as an angel.

 

Every instance they were together,

But he regrets they weren’t forever,

Because for the most he remembers,

The day she was gone,

And he was left all alone.

 

Thunder and lightning strikes,

But he doesn’t minds.

Sins from his past sting,

Yes, his heart hurts.

 

Those tears filled eyes,

His lifeless body,

His stiff stone heart,

His lost soul,

Wanders in the gardens,

To find his lover.

Maybe she is in heavens,

Or else in the meadows.

 

He stand froze,

By the bed of rose,

Maybe she is hiding,

Under the petals of rose,

Or else she is a rose.

 

Because now he remembers,

The last embrace,

The last rose,

The last sigh,

The heartfelt goodbye.

 

He fumbles in the dark,

Where she left him,

He finds a parched rose,

And he knows,

Their love will remain same,

But the difference is;

The petals of rose will keep fading,

Day after day.