The Red Rose

He brought a rose of love to me;
It spoke the words he could not say.
The same as what my heart had felt,
with all the hopes I had that day.

It proudly showed its color---red,
with babies’ breath around the stem.
I placed it near my window sill
to show the world my love for him.

The beauty of the rose he gave
would hide the story in his eyes.
Hoping, as I held him tight,
that one day soon, I’d be his bride.

But something he said, saddened me;
I thought that love, its color read.
And soon to learn, my hope to be;
The rose had meant good bye, instead.

He brought a rose of tears to me,
I didn’t know the meaning of.
For in his heart I’d never be;
The rose he gave was not of love.

A lonely rose---its color read;
Its beauty passing with each day.
And from its death had spoken of,
all the words he could not say.

© Cheryl Taul
December 12, 1993

Midi “When We're Alone“ Composed © 2002 Bill Sandy
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