The Man And The Red Rose. Poem by Dezerth Lerexia

My dear sweet love, longed I have desired to see your sweet smile. Of the many years that has passed us by, it only seems as though your beuaty remains the same.
Oh sweet love of mine, do you remember the time I basked in your beuaty far in the distance on lovely sunset afternoons? It's been so long i've seen you my dove, my breath of heavenly air.
In my best suit I stand on this piece of land with a ring in my hand and that special rose that you had to have. I await you my love, my breath of air, my dove under the orange painted sunset till the tainted stars and full moon gazes upon your grave.
I never imagined my sacred red rose would lay upon your cold body. As the rose in the woman's hand withered, likewise the soul of the man.