Category: Writers Block
A rose of its own beauty
Had yet to touch my heart
So fast I was given it
I loved it from the start
My heart shared the delight of its sight
And had the power to change my life
For death used to be my celebration
But now that I have this rose
It represents my almost perfect beautiful life
In all it's wonderfulness I can now understand
Such a rose as this I held so close in both my hands
And when if they should try to take it away
I'll hold its beauty within my heart
for it is now apart of me
never to depart