The June rose

[dregaus]

I saw you walk away from me,
A sight I hoped I'd never see
and back to my arms, you came to be,
after I learned to set you free.
Better roads before you still,
I am no fix, I am no pill,
But with a planted seed, I feel,
You bring me life, you make me real.
The cloudy skies, who bring the rain,
who bring the snows, the cold, the pain,
will wash away, and will not reign,
when my sunshine appears again.
I know that you must go some day,
but musn't we all, and who's to say
it won't be worth it, should we stay
when the June rose comes up in May.
Should these times, made to remember,
with souls so pure and hearts so tender,
brave the storms, and end together,
when June rose blooms in December.
~Dregs

My heart goes out to you, and prayers go with it too.