The Rose

A Poem by Faye

The truth is our demise.

The world is too much for her
With petals soft yet audacious,
Infusing a beauty that even the heavens stir
As it branches out to bloom so vivacious

Honey harmonies, tinted pink cheeks,
Synchronized heartbeats, nothing speaks
Only the radiating beauty of an embryonic flower
A mortal life blessed with undying power

Planted by ardent love, withered by guilty grief
What was once ours surrenders to disbelief
All that once was is now lost to a tiny seed
That flourishes to expose our misdeed

A beauty so divine dips into God’s unyielding wrath,
Relinquishing tempestuous fires upon two lover’s path
The deadliest fragrance of life’s perfume
Asphyxiate two lovers with its lethal fume