All I have left

I still have it, from that one faitful night.

The night when the stars failed to shine. 

The moon, a white, perfect in place.

Memorys of you haunt me.

For that night, is when you gave me your love.

Asked me to be yours.

With a simple white rose, it showed how you felt.

You wanted our love to blossom as this rose.

But months later you tore it from my hands, saying you didn't want me.

Now all I have left is the scars and pain.

But I still love you, as anyone would.