Wilted Rose...

Wilted Rose...

A Poem by Jamestown
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Not so beautiful anymore...

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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 Jamestown


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Great piece man, not every rose is beautiful. that's nice!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Thanks for checking it out and b-blessed!
This poem is good,
it also has a very good storyline.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Thanks again, I appreciate it:)
Zac

9 Years Ago

your welcome
A "somebody done somebody wrong" song....but written so beautifully. We all see what we want to see in relationships....unfortunately often what we see is not reality. The emotional pain is palpable! Lydi**

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

I agree:( Thanks for checking it out and b-blessed!
A sad story, James. Thank you for sharing this. :) Rudi

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Thanks again my friend, b-blessed!
As if pain were meant to be. Growing can mean separately, together, or both. And who said growing in relationships is easy?

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Very true, but when one is telling you one thing and doing another
that's not growing apart t.. read more
Look first inside the heart, not the beauty on the outside. That can fool all of us. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

I agree!Thanks for checking it out and b-blessed!
Describing your love with rose is beautiful James, yet it pours out your pain that though roses are red and beautiful to hypnotize you yet they are somewhere meant to hurt you with thorns and leave some deep scars and wounds when you least expect. Superb perception James.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Thanks for checking it out and your kind review b-blessed!
Deep. Love the imagery. It's the cheerful type of doom and gloom. The kind you can read with the lights on and still feel the author's pain.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Thanks for checking it out and b-blessed!
I love the color and depth of dark-colored roses, truthfully, your poem was nice. It was sweet and romantic for you to describe this gemstone of yours a "crimson-rose," you worded her being so beautifully, it was sad in the ending to realize that the aura and the once vehement relationship of yours withered; even though flowers die, others bloom- they grow. You'll find that one of a kind in a garden of hope, I am certain you will.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

All in due time:) Thanks for checking it out and your kind review
b-blessed!
Reminds me of one of my favorite songs.

Every rose has it's thorn,
Just like every night has it's dawn,
Just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad, song.
Every rose has it's thorn.

Annacate :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jamestown

9 Years Ago

Poison Brett Michaels , every rose has it's thorn,
great song, thanks for checking it out an.. read more

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