The Yellow Rose. Poem by Tara Schley
The Yellow Rose.
Remember that vibrant, beautiful yellow rose?
That you gave to me on our first date.
Before it lost all its beauty,
I trapped it,
pressed it between the dark pages of
my favourite book.
Where it slowly became a;
faded,
crushed,
frail,
broken version,
of its former self.
What I did to that rose,
because I wanted to keep it forever,
is
what your love did to me.
Tara Schley
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