I planted you in late December, and watered you till February.
I took a seat and watched as you blossomed.
The packet said: 'White Rose seeds', but you came out more.
You grew without hesitation and became my favorite flower in the garden.
You were beautiful and pure,
I was broken and you were the cure.
The sun gave light and you gave a lure.
My garden was wide and luscious,
Filled with food, flowers and bushes.
Compared to you they looked like weeds.
Poisoning my roots and ruining the view.
i hacked, pulled, and killed.
Any plant I saw,
Any flower I felt,
Any bush that took,
The view, feeling, and space of you.
My garden was empty, except for a glistening white rose planted in the corner.
People couldn't see why I did it.
A white rose alone in a massive garden built for more.
But I needed none of that.
My white rose I planted in late December, and watered till February.
You blossomed in my hands and built your roots in my heart.
The most beautiful flower to be connected to this earth.
I'll protect you, for you're the meaning to my birth.
You're with me in my highs and with me in my lows.
With you I will stay to make sure you're the most beautiful wilting rose.