I left that red rose on her dressing desk
But found in the evening as untouched but dried
Tho' I reminded not to forget among her other task
Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried
I just asked her what did happen
She could realize now the blunder
She said sorry and began to reopen
Mind, as busy chores led her remain blinder
Both of us felt the pain
Since silence ruled our home
Next two days too went in vain
Rose was let to remain as same
Rose was in same solid soft state
It looked with same pride and beauty
Both of us wished the pain to abate
As the rose smiled at us, like naughty
Surprisingly she took the flower as fascinated
Lifted it lightly like a treasure
Upon her blonde tresses, it culminated
Later she shielded it safe, to treasure!
Thus an end ended with a new beginning
Lovers failed are there
With lack of understanding and balancing
But love failed is never!
My partner accepted the Valentine's Day roses with a flourish and had them in a vase for everyone to view. But after a week or so they faded to a dark red uneven head of dead rose petals.
She saved them for a potpouri of fragrant rose petals--so invitingly sweet.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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My partner accepted the Valentine's Day roses with a flourish and had them in a vase for everyone to view. But after a week or so they faded to a dark red uneven head of dead rose petals.
She saved them for a potpouri of fragrant rose petals--so invitingly sweet.
Ron