Wilted Rose...A Poem by JamestownNot so beautiful anymore...
Wilted Rose...
The rose I consider the most beautiful flower on the planet and you I consider to be the crimson red rose of all women, When I first laid eyes on my first rose the sight and aroma of this gorgeous flower did something to me physically, mentally and emotionally, To this day I still can't completely explain the effects it has had on me but I am for certain that I enjoyed the feelings that came forth and know that it screams beauty in countless ways without saying a word, in a sense " I ♡ this amazing flower " When I first laid eyes on you and smelt the sweet aroma that came from your beautiful body, I again experienced similar effects that the rose had on me upon our first meeting, but obviously to a stronger and real connection, I had always considered you to be my beautiful flawless flower my rose, full of beauty, sweet aroma, and unique just like every single rose, authentic in it's own way, Like my first rose I took you home and gave you the much needed attention, love, and care to grow and mature, I did my very best to give you my rose the best possible life I could , knowing one day reluctantly that eventually my rose would wilt away on me and I would be left alone with only memories to ponder, And this is exactly what happened with my relationship with the rose and I but you and I are a different story, nobody informed me that my human rose would take all of the love and care that I provided and one day decide that it wasn't enough for her and leave me, I was always under the understanding that when a man and women were married, that was a oath under Gods righteous right hand that they are joined in holy matrimony till death do they part, or in other words until my beautiful rose wilted away, Maybe you were a rose just as I thought but perhaps you weren't the color I thought, maybe I wanted so bad to see crimson red when in all actuality you were black from the beginning or maybe just maybe you were always wilted, I really don't know but I do know with a broken heavy heart that not every rose is as beautiful as they appear... © 2015 JamestownReviews
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Added on May 30, 2015Last Updated on May 30, 2015 AuthorJamestownDenver, COAboutFun, spontaneous, outgoing, God fearing man. Enjoy reading and have a passion to write. PTL. ... more..Writing
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