Lost Love Poem by Satan's Sibling

A rose sits in the sand,
reflecting off the waves.
Left there by a man,
Whom, his love, could not be saved.
The boat was overturned,
And he had to watch her drown.
For if had ever moved,
He surely would go down.

The man looked at his ring,
Vowed never to take it off.
For it should always remind him,
Of what most would always scoff.
A tear dropped in the sand,
As the rose was overwhelmed.
By the rising tide that moved,
Like the tide hitting the boat's helm.

Petals floated to sea,
As the lonely man, he wept.
Every day, he took a rose,
To the sea and it kept.
So hear the ghostly cry,
Of the man that long has died.
For still, he lays that single red rose,
And every day, he cried.