The Dried Red Rose Poem by Jaime Montanez Salcedo

With lightest breezes breathes the silent eve,
While choicest memories in suspended sighs
Flow on, and in his thought does her vision weave,
Thus a passionate flame flashes in his eyes.
Before her call, he elates to receive,
With anxious expectations he gratifies,
Owning red rose wherein he does conceive,
Rendition of that love than ever dies.
So that his ardent love he wants to impart,
With the red rose, thus profound desires enclose,
To fulfill the time that had kept them apart.
But she came not! - Sorrowful fate did dispose,
And his love, slumbers in his saddened heart,
As bound in his diary, the dried red rose.