The Beauty Of A Yellow Rose.... Poem by Lesa MRK

The beauty of a yellow rose, sitting wilted in it's vase,
For time has made it's color fade and it droops now, in it's place.
The man I love has hurt me,
And in his pain he walks away,
Far from the yellow rose,
And the words he cannot say.

The beauty of the yellow rose, shines in his heart as in mine,
We can't erase it's meaning, nor the memories;
They are ours for all time.
I look at this yellow rose alive within my hand.
My tears fall on it's dying petals,
For I cannot understand.

Yellow roses are for true love,
Not for pain and loss,
So I give one to my love,
And hug him close in my heart-
While praying the meaning reaches him,
As today we are apart.

(March 2001)