Two roses in a single vase,
A Valentine exchanged;
Each shares a rather tender place
Between lovers estranged.
Are the roses but a symbol
Of a love bound for goodbye,
Or an everlasting token
Speaking of the need to try?
The two roses stand together
With water at their feet;
As time passes, will they weather,
Or will their time be complete?
Like the lovers who exchanged them
Will the roses become tired,
Forming a dried pile of petals
Instead of beauty, once admired?
Two lost lovers and two roses,
Observed this Valentine’s Day.
Once embraced in lasting poses,
Will glory return to stay;
Or will love wilt ‘neath the sunlight
Of a February morn,
Once the roses see their twilight
Leaving nothing but a thorn?
© 2009 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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Edwin
Two roses that will wither together.
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Carole~
Stand against the wind in any weather?
Always make each other look better?
Keep birds away - prick their feathers?
Always shine in the dew of the morn. . .
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God Bless,
Lew