My Sweet Rose
Germinate, my sweet rose.
Blossom, my precious love,
With hues of color rich as blood,
Become what few dare to appose.
Grow strong, my dear,
With thorns harsh and without fear,
Forsake this lie you propose.
Forget me not, neither now nor ever,
Reject not this final endeavor,
My sweet rose.
Living without this rose day by day.
Facing sorrow, facing pain,
Confronting that which might strain,
As I watch my sweet rose whither away.
By and by, consumed by vanity,
One can only conceive insanity,
Perhaps not if my sweet rose were to stay.
Breathe your last, my sweet rose.
Wilt, my sweetheart,
With haste and without mark,
Enjoy the shadows of your long repose.
Die, and perhaps realize,
Admiration of self is inevitable demise,
You will always be my sweet rose.
Forgive me as I weep even more,
Mourning the rose you were before,
My sweet rose.
*This is a poem about when someone you love changes and all you can do is watch them*
Germinate, my sweet rose.
Blossom, my precious love,
With hues of color rich as blood,
Become what few dare to appose.
Grow strong, my dear,
With thorns harsh and without fear,
Forsake this lie you propose.
Forget me not, neither now nor ever,
Reject not this final endeavor,
My sweet rose.
Living without this rose day by day.
Facing sorrow, facing pain,
Confronting that which might strain,
As I watch my sweet rose whither away.
By and by, consumed by vanity,
One can only conceive insanity,
Perhaps not if my sweet rose were to stay.
Breathe your last, my sweet rose.
Wilt, my sweetheart,
With haste and without mark,
Enjoy the shadows of your long repose.
Die, and perhaps realize,
Admiration of self is inevitable demise,
You will always be my sweet rose.
Forgive me as I weep even more,
Mourning the rose you were before,
My sweet rose.
*This is a poem about when someone you love changes and all you can do is watch them*