Nida-H
02-19-2009, 10:19 AM
I took a bright red rose
from my garden today.
To place inside my darkened room,
in hopes to chase my tears away.
I chose with care the reddest one,
for its sweetness filled the air.
It would bring me happiness
for the moment, that it lingered there.
I trimmed its thorns with loving hands,
then placed it to my cheek.
I kissed its velvet petals, soft dew upon my lips.
It was regal in its beauty, majestic at its peak.
I placed it in a vase so clear,
on the table by my chair.
I whispered sadly to myself, "what have I done?"
and turned and left it there.
This taste upon my lips I knew so well,
was not of dew, but tears that it had shed.
Could it be it loved another,
still out there in my flower bed???
from my garden today.
To place inside my darkened room,
in hopes to chase my tears away.
I chose with care the reddest one,
for its sweetness filled the air.
It would bring me happiness
for the moment, that it lingered there.
I trimmed its thorns with loving hands,
then placed it to my cheek.
I kissed its velvet petals, soft dew upon my lips.
It was regal in its beauty, majestic at its peak.
I placed it in a vase so clear,
on the table by my chair.
I whispered sadly to myself, "what have I done?"
and turned and left it there.
This taste upon my lips I knew so well,
was not of dew, but tears that it had shed.
Could it be it loved another,
still out there in my flower bed???