patience in love


Rose

The rose stands on the edge of the river
It has been abused
Some of its leaves are torn without hope
Of ever being replaced
Every once in a while the color fades
And the rosy hue becomes pale
As a man with a weak heart
The boy was not used to caring for flowers
Too many thorn-marks scarred his warm hands
He carries a fear of the pain
Deep as underground rivers, carrying their painful waters
To the sea of the soul
How they find each other is sheer miracle
Hands bleeding from another bush, he finds
The shade of the petals soothing and sorrow-inspiring
He resolves to care for the rose
And it decides, seeing his heart so broken
Like glass on a city street
To give him cheer
They try for each other, the rose pushing color
Into once vainly pale petals
And he waters,shades and nurtures her
With every spare moment he can muster
And now, even in winter
When most flowers lie asleep underground
Striking the eye like a splash of ice water
The rose stands proudly, next to her suitor
As winter recoils in seeing a springtime of love.



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 17:32

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