The Rose Poem by Pia's Poems

He gave her a rose,
Beautiful, Blood red.
She held it close,
It was the last thing she had of him.
He passed away,
They stabbed his heart.
She found it so relevant,
Because they both had broken hearts.
A couple of weeks later,
She heard a tapping sound on her window,
It was the way he would tap.
She looked out her window,
And on the branch where he would always sit were written four words,
I Still Love You.