My Rose Poem by Shijo Jose

I picked a rose from the flowerbed.
Flaming as red as my love for you..
With you in mind, I looked down again.
It was fading away, its color bleeding..
Helpless and numb, I could only watch.
As you withered, petals drooping apart..
I found myself rooted to the ground.
Cause inside, my heart was already in regrets..

Left with just a dead stump in hand,
And the dead weight in my chest,
I took one last look at the flowerbed,
From where I had once plucked you from.
There were many more roses,
For me to choose from..