The Rose

A poem written a long time ago on lined paper, never given a title until now

What I've given is more than my word
more than a promise,
I shared my heart and all that it represents,
every part
Of my being, dedicated to you, my life for you
You removed these thorns from my heart
and this ice from my veins
...

But now the fire has died and the frost forms anew
the stinging pain of tears
 has long since dried
and I've become almost at ease
with this loneliness once more

Yet...

I miss how we were
The laughing, the beauty, your touch
My hand caressed your face and I knew...
that my life had meaning...

I choke on these words now

Our time has long since passed...

I make no fault
I point no fingers

There's no blame cast
Just the tendrils of guilt that envelop
 my aching heart

I can't help but think,

Is this how it must end?

The tears have always scared, you I know.
I didn't want it to end like this.
I will never forget you.

I seal away the pain, knowing it hurts you, hoping that one day we may be happy again.

What you've given is the greatest gift of all...

you loved me

Author's Note

It's one of my first poems, I wrote it awhile ago

Reviews

[Alex P.]

It's beautiful, sweetheart. Sad, but beautiful