Flipping through the pages of the withered old book,
A last glance of the rose I took
Red, with its love so pure,
Rare, with his feel so near.
My love hath gone so far away...
Not a sketch, not a letter
Just a rose at bay!
A rose to love, a rose to kiss,
A rose to sooth the fears
Chasing all ease
Whispering softly to alleviate
The darkness of the night,
Walking close, hands held tight,
He pushed the rose into my hand
A wish for a day left far behind.
As memories fill the empty soul,
An aroma of hope lightens the darkest corners.
I know not where my love is,
Or what he does;
All I know is his rose still glows
In the deepest shade of red,
Love it has still for me,
And hope it brings for a bright new day.
I know not where my love is
Or if he’ll come to me again.
All I know is -
My love hath gone so far away...
Leaving a rose alone with me to stay.
Originally written on : 21st January 2007
