A Wilted Rose

A bland poem about love.

The Wilted Rose

Your love is a rose painted red and dying,

Your heart is the ember of an unlit flame,

Your words are specks of dust in the fading light,

And your touch like sensual shades of summer,

Oh, your breath envelops me in a wild fever,

Our love leaves me strung tight, beggared and drowning

Dear temptress of hearts, you I cannot tame,

Nor your fire, infinite and eternally bright.

I plant you in rich soil, but you forbid

To grow, to you I am but a sordid

Fascinating insect to toy and break,

And hound, and ground with splintered wooden stake.

As moon shivers beneath the drawing drape,

My soul bleeds, wound, forever agape

Oh rose, with thorns that prick and bleed the dye,

Your petals float like clouds upon the gushed pool,

And your vines choke me, as my body turns cool,

And blue, and still,

An idle fool till,

All things wilt,

My heart, your lies, Time stops in guilt,

He mourns our rose and its empty husk,

As it drifts on ripples of bidding dusk,

My goodbye.

Burn me, oh burn me,

For we are meant to be,

I shall not scar nor cry,

However times you try,

Burn me,

And watch me,

Watch me be.

Author's Note

Another elementary school poem, originally written for an English assignment. The poem is fantastically romantic and hopelessly cliche. Extremely embarrassing. The first line arose from a mondegreen in a Jeff Buckley song "Forget Her".

Reviews

[Madeleine Celeste]

The first descriptions, while elementary, all stick to a general theme that paints a picture like a person who is a fire, bright and illuminating. I can't find the perfect words here, but you did a very nice job.