A Withering Rose 🥀

   Just a seed planted in the passion of love
A baby girl, a gift from above
But growing pains were like violent storms
Her self defense was prickly thorns

Though she was full of life
And had dreams of being a wife
Love would come and steal her heart
And love would leave and tear her apart

They told her that this was not her fate
And assured her true love might be late
And though her darkness was extreme
She never gave up on her dream

And then one day with a gentle kiss
She was starry eyed in total bliss
This felt so right, it couldn’t be wrong
Was this the music, a true love song

They were in love Bride and Groom
She was happy and in full bloom
But the song they would compose
Would leave her just A Withering Rose

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 09/30/2022
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