The Rose

Finally getting to recent work- this one circa 2013.

Once I dreamed of you and me
Walking 'cross a pitch black sea
To an island full of flowers
Amongst ancient torn down towers

I wondered which I'd pick for you
Before you choose to pass on through
The red rose spoke eternal love
But hinted toward a mourning dove

I kept on walking down the road
To where all roses flowed
The yellow rose spoke of trust
But lacked an innocent lust

Frantic searching through the rows
Looking for the perfect rose
The white rose spoke of purity
But offered no other security

Looking for a rose just right
Filled my soul with small fright
The blue rose spoke of thought
But any other feeling not

I was running out of time
Losing the perfect rhyme
The pink rose spoke of cheer
But hinted at a hidden tear

As my face was turning white
The perfect rose caught my sight
The rose that lived eternal
So I hid it in my journal

The rose I gave you as a gift
As your feelings started to shift
I could see your eyes the wonder
Just maybe it was a blunder?

So then I told you what I felt
Which caused your heart to melt
Everything I said is true
As the rose I gave to you

The color of the rose I gave
Is reminiscent of the grave
But then explained in contrast
The black rose said we'd everlast

Author's Note

A black rose does not grow naturally- the only black roses you can find are artificial. In a strange way, this also means that black roses are the only roses that will last forever.