Once a man came up to see
A rose in hand he gave to me
With furrowed brows I took hold of his precious gift,
My heart was full of wonder, even so I listened to his lips,
I remember his eyes were a river of hope, so vivid, so clear
"As the sun goes down,
this too will die
keep it close and I'll be back before it withers." he whispered
He did what he promised to,
Every day amid winter,
He never failed his deliver,
A rose was found on my doorstep,
Though he was nowhere to be seen
Until the day came when another man showed up,
A dozen roses of plastic "For you." he said
Full of life, vibrant, and undead
I fell inlove with the idea of never seeing it die,
I forgot the roses left on my doorstep
I gave my heart to the man with plastic roses,
hoping his love would be as beautiful and fervent as it is,
The roses on my doorstep never stopped until my wedding day,
When I said my vows and found out there was something I was missing,
The answer was at the back of the church, when I saw him standing,
With bloodshot eyes, it was my rose he was holding
In a voice in verge of breaking he said:
"I love roses as much as you do,
Until this day I finished a garden made for you,
But of what I see, I'm too late,
I loved you so much I thought love could wait,
Loving you was the most beautiful yet the hardest thing I've done,
As if growing a rose and embracing all her thorns,
As if witnessing beauty after a long wait,
My love is as real, but it will eventually die
Just as when I saw you walking down that aisle,
I dreamed of hearing your promise of a lifetime infront of that altar,
But I saw you saying it from afar
And to a man I wish I was,
Now I have to let you go,
I love you,
For that's all I will ever know."
He gave me the rose he's been holding and left,
With shaky hands, I read the note written,
"The last rose I have given."