"My love is a faded, wilted red rose"
a trip back in time, to about 6 months ago, when i still felt this way. Things have changed, but my state of mind at the time is now immortalized in verse. here it is.
My love is a faded, wilted red rose,
Made to believe an unfair fantasy,
“Only in brightest bloom shines true beauty.”
She is a seed from which all sorrow grows.
Her aged, withered petals are cracked and dry,
Faded and sad when compared to the bright
Blooms, flourishing in the sun’s warming light.
She lives in shadows, and in shadows, she’ll die.
She stood alone when spring showers rained down,
A rain that left her roots raging with thirst.
She spoke softly, “I’m incurably cursed.”
She hoped when the rains returned, she would drown.
I thought my love alone could succor her,
But her branches and her soul had been pruned
So carelessly! Only to scar and wound,
And I knew I could do nothing for her.
But how foolishly and vainly I tried
To help that pale and forgotten red rose!
My compassion made her fear me. I cried,
In the starlight my sobbing still echoes.
Her faded red petals fell to the earth,
All beauty must die, inevitably,
When winter’s breath blows his bleak, deadly spell,
While I watch her suffer, so helplessly.
Will she be happy
When the blooming flower of springtime grows?
When she shines like other springtime flowers,
And her beauty suddenly spoils and sours?
My love is a faded, wilted red rose.
When her soft, vibrant petals shine,
Her true beauty withers and dies.