~dying Rose~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

A lovely rose will flood in red all flush
Its essence rules and aroma endures.
As quiet night will rustle crimson's blush
A hand shall grasp yet softly hold demure.

A search in valley rich in reddened tides
This rose to keep yet free within one's hold.
By love's entrapment thorns will pierce the hide
As love's resentment burns for love grown cold.

When morning calls and lights upon all wake
A hidden loss has shadowed love in spite.
And to this day a rose no man can make
A blazing red now paling weak by morn.

As stem did lead to rose now spent and gone,
No willfulness could flower love along.

Feb.2007